Do you know you can drink your tears backwards into your mouth through practice
you can cry inside but I never got to know how long it takes to go back and unfix the fixes of haste in my
mind talks of the adjustments it did not make while I thought it did, when the blood spilled
it gave away the heart which I thought won in the middle of everything, it failed
to show me that it could never repair its storage of those backward tears, it gulped
the blood instead and now can’t vomit because spilling words was an old habit, now fixed, hindering
the outward flow of almost any emotion in an effort to keep those tears from flowing forward,
walking in circles of pain and love the boundaries merged and neither could identify the other admist its own venom
the cobra bit itself it died not being sure if the venom killed it or not loving itself.
inapoem 