Drops of ocean,
Like salty water.
Rolling down,
The contours of my face.
Gentle dew,
Like seasoned water.
Brimming up,
Inside the lid of my eyes.
Poisoned fluid,
Like bitter water.
Dripping down,
Staining my white pillow.
Fruit juice,
Like sweet water.
Swimming around,
Refusing to overflow.
Salty, seasoned,
Bitter, sweet.
Always unbidden,
They come.
Up, up,
Down, down.
Swimming around,
In tears.
In tears...
By Lady of Scartha
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