My hand clutches my book in class.
I already know what this is.
Why it was brought on, and I can’t stop them.
That burning sensation in the back of my throat.
Haunting eyes that blink them back.
The hair that falls into place to cover them as they shed one
by one.

I can’t speak when they start to slip.
My fingers go numb, and my chest heaves.
The shrill sobs fill the air and silence
Descends.
I try to cover myself as the whispering starts.
I rub my red, tired eyes in hopes of getting back control.
My mind is a blank canvas and offers me no support.

They beg me for release and I fight with all I’ve got.
I loose horribly and the water soaks me.
Its clear to see what has happened.
My eyes betray me and allow the drops relief.
I have given up.