Droplets peak out of lid corners
glomming together for form.
But I want them to scatter
though blinks make poor dams
and soon my face
has deep veins
of salt.
More
drag on
pulling my
energy with.
It is not the well
that dries, but my resolve
to allow outwardly cracks
that others can sense and speak on.
(Prompt by me)
"Tear" by exc290
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