Quivering
-“It’s not a big thing,” she says, her lips quivering as her eyes fall from her solid stare into me. “Sometimes it’s nothing, I mean, when I feel there’s something in me and I feel like something, then it may be something and it may bother me. But sometimes, and I feel this more often, I feel this something’s left me and I feel nothing, I feel like nothing and then it’s nothing,” tears, now, shaking themselves from her hazel eyes. As I sit there, across from her, her eyes turned to the ground, tears cascading down as the strands […]