The only tears on my scarred cheeks are hot and angry. As they race to my chin, they burn paths, searing my skin, causing my deafening screams to Intensify
They take their sweet time kissing the tender skin on my neck with their Scorching bodies
I remind myself,
I did this
They find themselves on my collar. Advancing. Painfully. Slow.
On the top of my *******, they sit for a moment, Singeing holes in my body, contemplating their next move.
They make a quick dash.
And suddenly, I'm missing the slow calculated movements the tears had previously Modeled.
These Beasts of Anger, Beauties of Scorn,
Dissolve when they reach my heart.
The only sign they were ever there is the fire Burning in my chest
Tears of anger. Tears of defeat. Tears of hatred.