The Taste of Tears

An overflowing glass is filled with tears.

But yet they persist streaming down her face,

So delicate and fragile, sobs she hears

Too many shed, she knows its true disgrace,

But stopping them is nigh impossible,

They spatter, splash into one another,

Creating ponds of gloom is plausible,

Too many faults being left to smother.

The liquid poison, pressed against her lips

It bites her tongue and stings her gums and teeth,

She swallows but to her throat it still grips,

And claws and scratches, twisting like a wreath.

The toxic tears that fall from her brown eyes,

Just like the drops that fall from the blue skies.