I held the tears in one more day
They began running down the inside of my spine.
The distressed pressure
It began to build inside my brain casing.
The pressure pressed out and down my spine.
Infecting my body and breath
with every thing hurting and sharp.
Like a chemical catalyst setting off a reaction
the hurt and sharp scoured away at life
leaving a fantastically perfect
but more like a sieve
that flows both ways and
straining out only what was needed.