Crocodile Tears
Little crying bodies melting into each other’s tears. A raindrop to an elephant, a tsunami to an ant. It’s all a game of perspective. Where are you in the chain of emotion exertion? Do you see raindrops or tsunamis when your little bodies cry? Does the significance of a tear register in your aching structure? A punctured lung? A slightly retracted diaphragm? Or nothing? Please tell me these tears mean something to you. You were the only person who they were supposed to matter to. You’re the only person who’s allowed to see them. But you chose to let them dissolve into the soil below. Don’t turn around, it’s already too late. The little crying bodies have already eroded. And you came out of it without even a scratch.
You think this is funny? I see that smile on your face. You’re not even trying to hide it, are you?
No more crocodile smiles.