I sit in empty hollows
And shallow water
As mascara tears stream down my cheeks
and drip down onto my white T-shirt
A salty breeze
leaves goosebumps on my skin
Another starless night
Where thunder shakes the ground
It never stops raining these days
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Bixi Hernandez
Hi! I'm Bixi. Your red lip coffee sipping bestie. Using my tears as pen ink is what I do best. Enjoy!
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That image of the mascara tears really paints the weight of sadness beautifully.