Every Time That It Rains

They say there is a difference between being lonely and being alone. It didn’t matter. She was both. She couldn’t say that she didn’t cry because she did. Heaving sobs that racked her body leaving her empty… limp… sad… It wasn’t like one fetus was ripped from her More like twenty-three. Twenty-three reasons to smile; Twenty-three reasons to cry; There’s some summer…