Malorie Mendez - Tears

The smell of the trees
The earth; so soft
I fall to my knees as the moon shines aloft

My fingers in dirt
The sweet smell of freshness
My eyes start to hurt
With the tingle of wetness

The tears hit my dress
The black silk that brings terror
My thoughts are a mess
He knows of his error

He will never again
See my pain nor my fear
My choice is now clear
And I shed my last tear

Malorie Mendez

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