Tears

When dried, a saltline is visible
A map on the face
The raw ratchet throat
Tells the story
The nose blocked
Like its flu-ridden
Swollen eyelids
And itchy chin
A release
Catharsis
A chemical makeup
Different when grief has spilled you
To when anger sent you running
A response justified
And a response received
Tears free-falling
With no-one to catch them

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