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.

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