She dabs her eye with a blanket,
as tears glide over the bridge of her nose...

Have you ever felt death?
the kind that you can see...

The time.
The crime...

I smile.
I breathe...

Brutal summers.
Bitter winters...

I want our smiles to light up the room,
I want you close to smell your perfume...

I miss you.
I'm dreading...

I almost,
convinced myself I was smart, beautiful, strong...

You look at a face that reveals bruises,
from fake smiles that she always uses...

This Civil War,
this suicide...

You look at a face that reveals bruises,
from fake smiles that she always uses...

This... liquid?... flows out from my eyes.
Could it be?... One of God's signs...