sadness is one single tear;
eyes closed;
letting its wetness drip down the contours of your face;

sadness is a creeping, seeping feeling;
it fills in all your edges and curves;
then you meet the gaze of your own reflection in the mirror and finally see;
the emptiness;

sadness tightens its claws and finally smothers what precious light you had left;
and it doesn’t let go until you promise it relief;
one cut, two cuts, maybe three?

exactly how much more pain can another single tear be?