Tears are the salt water
That taste remarkably like croix sparkling water
That run down your face
And leave their ugly tear marks
Lines like roads and rivers and streams
That drip down into our necks
Leaving a damp trail
They run down the body
Until it stops
And no one asks
“I wonder what happened to them”
Because they’re glad of the burden
Glad to leave their sign of weakness
Disgusted by the show of human emotion
But when we don’t cry
Like when someone dies
There’s something wrong with us
We’re stoic and unfeeling
We are monsters
So what are tears
What do they show
Weakness? That we cared?
What are they seen as?
Horrible when we see them
Horrible when we don’t see them
Only one thing is as fickle as tears
What are tears?
They are all
Aashvi Kenia is a teenage girl living in Ohio. She is still in high school, trying to get back into into writing.