The Toxicity of Tears

By T.N. Haynes Flouting restraint they come, Finally Dry screams like naked razors scraping rust from atrophied ducts. Her eyes meet mine and politely flick away. Ashamed? No … (not that) Gratified…

Source: The Toxicity of Tears

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