Cry

“Don’t cry.” She willed herself. If she cried the dam would shatter. The bottles she had pushed up on shelves would topple over, all the sealed emotions would come crashing into her. Her demons would hear her crying and come racing to find her, to mark her with new scars and wonds. The darkness would clamp it’s jaws onto her skull and drag it’s teeth over her skin until she bleed rivers.

So she wouldn’t cry. She would seal her panic into a bottle and wait for another wave to crash into her once more.