Crimson Tears
The tears that don't run down my cheeks-
but down my arms or wrists.
The red tears,
the real tears.
the tears that say what I can't,
and feel what I don't.
They drop one by one on the cold tile
of the bathroom stall.
And they remind me I won't float away-
because I feel them,
and they prove that I'm real.
Lizzie