Shallow tears

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Her heart breaks, not for the player and his promiscuous ways, but for the homeless lady she sees in the same spot everyday. Her heart bleeds, not for gucci bags or anything else she might wish to keep. But because she heard about families in Grenfell towers burning in their sleep. Her heart weeps not because of her flaws or insecurities, but for the mother of that little boy that was stabbed on her own high street. She’s human too. Full of her own doubts regrets and fears. But her angelic eyes would just not let her cry,  shallow tears.

 

Fire fighter 

She felt it and It burnt. It burnt like an open flame as She fled her own cremation… They had warned her not to play with fire, so she couldn’t help but feel like, the very smoke that choked her, and made her eyes water, was a thing of her own creation… she ran, and ran, and ran, until she was no longer affixed to her asphyxiation. finally she stopped at the top of a long trail of ashy footprints, and pondered how she was going to fix her situation…
She hadn’t escaped unscathed, her heart was covered in burns of the third degree. Lost, she retraced her steps and began to sift through the charred debris… Inadvertently rekindling the experience. The flames were gone, but not extinguished, she missed his spark, his warmth, his light… They had made fear and joy too hard for her to distinguish, fuelling a fascination in her that was too fierce to relinquish…she would use all her will, and all her might, to cool her passion, in fright it might reignite… She was not about to let that happen, never again… She had felt it. And it burnt.