I heard the valves in my heart shut the way you slammed the door behind you—and how the walls stammered, my lungs trembled in place, finding the little air left inside them was the last you'd ever breathe into my life.
The morning mist slowly circled the woman's head, and tears fell from her eyes as she held the one person she loved most in her arms; her child, whose eyes were glassy and his mouth forming his first word; "Mama."