Crying

Tears on the brink,
Waiting to trickle down the warm, round cheek,
Closed eyes,
Flooded with salty liquid,
Fighting rumbling sounds,
Trying to escape sealed lips,
That quiver and temble,
Muscles contract and release as waves of emotion beat tiny white leveys,
Lungs scream for air,
Then there's a sweet release,
that gives way to a shreik,
A scream,
A release of pain,
Of stress,
Of heartache,
And the tears fall,
Covering the warm flesh,
They keep coming,
Until there's none,
And then...
There's peace.
Deep breaths of peace.