I have the tears of a girl that appreciates the earth it waters.
The soil would be grateful
yet these waves saturate my soul with woe
with whimpers so soft, wishing the lonely sting would dull
the dismal fingerprints that harden my stare,
which they dare not directly gaze.
My reflective pools blind those passing by.
Today, I spit on these sighing waterfalls.
They told me the glacier’s love song was glorious.
But I sojourn, asphyxiating in beauty,
suffocating in once still waters.