A tear
A flash flood on the skin
The skin
     At first overwhelmed by the surplus of liquid
     everything in sight drowns
the ground
     soaks up the liquid
     contains the flood
     nourishes the earth beneath
the skin cells
the follicles
all nourished by the pain welling from the eyes
"warning, warning
Flash flood
All residents must stay inside their homes"
The dust and day’s wear on the face
No where to go
Homeless
Swept away by the current
     The flood
Did you know, a tear is a cry for help?
Funny how those two words fit together
Tear, cry
The evolution of language can reveal things, a different mind set
But can the truth be found in words?

The words didn’t save the residents of the skin
Their homes, constructed of dirt, of pollen, of sweat
Are swept away in the current
     The flash flood
    The Katrina of my face

What use is a cry for help if there is no one to answer it