A teardrop rolls
encumbered by Pain and Memory.
One-part sodium, one-part
water, three-part emotion,
A teardrop rolls.
Wide arching turn,
it bends around the corner of the mouth
Before dripping from the underhang of the chin.
A brief moment of hesitation
Then it falls
And a teardrop refracts
weight through its curves.
It is an inverse mirror, absorbing life into its wholesome body.
It is the grinding of stones and boulders,
Until it inaudibly bursts upon the floor.
