"It's a lonely world" a Girl did cry. She wept
and wept until Her tears ran dry.
Eyes were burning, still pained from the salt
"It's not worth it" spiralling Her thoughts.

What could She do? There's nought more left-
No bread nor jam nor time to rest.
Not a friend or foe besides Herself, not a place to sit,
not even dust on the shelf.

She sits there in quiet, interrupted by Her fears
because She knows She can't hold them back-
those dreaded saltine tears.