The salt water bursting from my eyes
creates a burning sensation like no other,
stinging even the tips of eyelashes
as it gushes out onto my cheekbone
and strenuously gives in to gravity.
Raw fingers swipe at the pesky tears
just like a horse at a fly; knowing full-well
that the victim has the right to be there.
And I?
Have I the right to be there?
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I was actually trying to answer a question in this,
but I just don't have a fucking clue.
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