on the cusp of tears too stubborn to fall
like vines cascading down her cheeks
fruits of her eyes fall
warm brines
drawing her into awakening
she feels . . .
but then
. . . she doesn’t
© Mahogany Ree
8-24-23
Written 3-16-22
Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 5:46 PM UTC
on the cusp of tears too stubborn to fall
like vines cascading down her cheeks
fruits of her eyes fall
warm brines
drawing her into awakening
she feels . . .
but then
. . . she doesn’t
© Mahogany Ree
8-24-23
Written 3-16-22
