the alchemy of tears

sitting at my desk

crying

again. 

it’s as good as place as any

to let tears spill over

the frayed edges of my heart

and trickle down my raw cheeks

and become one with the air.

bittersweet alchemy of tears 

perfuming my mouth with salt

rinsing my wounds clean. 

tears like sea water, like shiny crystals

but somehow they become fire,

hot to the touch

sparking something deep inside

revving up my soul.

to keep going.

to get up.

to believe. 

to breathe. 

to love more.

to live

for

something 

fucking

beautiful

and

real. 

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