Puffy Tears.

I cried red, splotchy, puffy tears.
I cried until it sounded like I was hyperventilating.
I cried because of everything, everything that turned into an angry, vengeful something.
I couldn't stop crying and the more tears that escaped my stubborn heart,
the more I wanted to let them go.


Go! Leave! Heal the cracks and burns and bruises with salty release!
Quit burning my throat and boiling in my stomach!
Set. Me. Free.


It hurts, but now it hurts less.
The sniffles slow, and my tears dry.
I take my head from your shoulder and just, breathe.