Lacrimal baptism

She sits down to weep

tears are deceitful little shits

never on time and always clumsy

creating a racket while arriving with red faces

and runny noses

staying longer than desired,

those who see you with them, judge you

‘weak‘ they say, ‘meek’ and miscellaneous sobriquets

but this time, she has had it

with them, and their ill-mannered guests

She rises,

and the spectators wait another day

to mock and ridicule

the final girl

on the way to her lacrimal baptism.

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