the face of the earth

on some days,
just to mark another day of my life on earth,
i cry deliberately.

to see tears coming out of my eyes looks so much like a miracle. how different are these tears from the tears you wiped off me after making love. how different are tears now? i find myself touching the face between my thighs. i cry to remind myself that i am not numb yet, that i can still feel the pain. but what else? i feel like i’m getting washed off from the face of the earth.

your face is clear.

on some days,
just to make another day or my life on earth
i look in the mirror.

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