Her senses are smothered in the sweet aroma of honey ham, cinnamon apple pie and the loving laughter of family, but tears quietly drip down her face that she tries to hide with her Frosty napkin. She can almost feel her heart stop beating as the inner hollowness of love and warmth seems to evaporate into extinction. She truly feels she is but one tear away from the endangered list. Feeling as if she needs to escape to the land of nowhere so that her concealed shame can remain unnoticed. However the fear of its solitude convinces her that the temptation to fill that hollow void with expelled red droplets of her bodies owns breath will be too great to discount. Instead she cries in covert releases with only the disguise of a cold mans epitaph to collect the tears of her soul's dying essence.