wept belly fire He wept openly, a wet fever, into my arms. How I feared my heart would smash to pieces had he not again found the deep, even breaths of sleep as I held him. As they came, deep and even, I pressed my body to him and willed his pain come to me. I would bear it for the sake of his peace. 040521 ... x I kept looking downstairs through the front door's window: people drinking, laughing, with colorful wigs. A party. I didn't want to stay there anymore, where my feelings were rejected. But I felt unable to make my way through this crowd of people. Like all the positivity would capture a negative ion. So I put my head down on the bannister and wept. 040522 what's it to you? who go blather from