Tears
These tears
Less fluid
More daggers
Cutting and obscuring the face
If anything can kill,
It’s this pain
And uncertainty
The body feels everything
But the heart, nothing
Clouded over by choice
The pain
Still inside
Sitting like a cancer
Unsuspected, until all at once:
In curable
Taking over
And killing
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