Tears


They feel like they're in jail up in your head.
When they get bailed, its like glass shattering.
They pour out of your eyes like a waterfall.
You try to wipe them dry, but they never stop running.
When they do stop, our eyes look like a herd of elephants had ran over them.
They're stained red and pink.
Our skin becomes dry as a desert.
With lizards and snakes all over.
Tears are one big calamity.

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