the chapter before tragedy

By
my nose is still tingling
leaving tiny little tears lingering
on the tips of my tangled eyelashes,
twinkling with wetness dripping
down the tricky terrain of
my face, while stinging the
strained source, and mingling before
sliding through trembling lips. the
taste of salty sorrows seep
into my once-shining spirit.
i stumble before falling surrender
to the storm of suffering...
(in the chapter of tragedy)





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