Ugly Cry
A sound. A scent. A flicker. A look—
Each one a trigger. Like a lyric that lingers, or a line in a book.
Do I feel too much? Am I out of touch— with reality?
Or is it because I see what others don’t? Because they can’t— because they won’t.
You live in darkness. I dwell in the light. The view between us burns my eyes.
I don’t turn away. I swallow your sorrow. I eat your shame.
You fear the fire but feed the flame. You ache for freedom but stay the same.
Now it’s time to— Stare down the pain. Breathe in the horror. Embrace the stains.
Open your eyes. Say goodbye. Let it out.
UGLY CRY.















