Razorblade Tears

by S.A. Cosby

My drops of tears I’ll turn to sparks of fire.

You let an animal know you’re afraid of it and it loses all respect for you. If it doesn’t respect you, it has no qualms about ripping your belly open and showing you what your stomach looks like. Men might walk on two legs but they were the most vicious animals of all.

Ike wondered, How many chances does a man get to make the right decision before fate decides he doesn’t deserve another bite at the apple?

Folks like to talk about revenge like it’s a righteous thing but it’s just hate in a nicer suit,” Ike said.

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.