Warm, wet, perfect little spheres
slide down my blotchy red face.
Like crystals, fragile and sparkling
their value held priceless.
Words the true criminal, and I a victim
to bad timing.
I close my eyes.
Feel the moisture between my eyelashes.
Breathe in slowly through my nose.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
They didn't mean what they said.