Cruel

Cruel

If I cry anymore
I'll go mad
so I stock up on my tears
Saving them I suppose
For a day  of uncontrolled
unabridged rain...

Unable to shed it
When the day arrives
My tears
Turned to a philosopher's stone...
In endometrial folds
exposure  to moonlit madness
Causing occult blood
Decaying the desecrated soul
provides no healing.

I  want to shed  a single tear
A simple soul drenched tear...

But this mouth of mine
Decomposed corpse like
Turns upwards outwards
Into the fetching rictus of a
Smile......

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