crystal clear
hangs on the tip of the eyelash???
rolls off- splash
the tear is warm
she conforms
to the spaces
of hollow faces
the tear starts to crystallize
freezing cold
a congealed form- she holds
numbing
the feeling?
tumbling down
still no sound
she softens
and listens
as she
runs
down
the
heart
every stumble
is a beat
as she draws heat
from the soul
and when she finally leaves the singed trail behind-
she trickles off
and lands on the tears


Tornado M. 

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