Razorblade Tears

by S.A. Cosby

Tears ran from his eyes and stung his cheeks. Tears for his son. Tears for his wife. Tears for the little girl they had to raise. Tears for who they were and what they all had lost. Each drop felt like it was slicing his face open like a razorblade.

Whenever the pain ebbed slightly he felt guilty. Like he was disrespecting Isiah’s memory if he didn’t feel an agonizing ache in his chest every single second.

Isiah was the star in their universe. When he had died that star had collapsed in on itself creating a black hole. That black hole swallowed every ounce of joy they had ever felt. All because this girl on the porch had a secret lover who was willing to kill to stay a secret.

The tears came again. They poured from his eyes and ran over his cheeks. Flowed down to the stubble on his chin. This time they didn’t feel so much like razorblades. They felt like the long-awaited answer to a mournful prayer for rain.