Pearls & Ink

She cries shamelessly,

Shoulders quaking,

Lungs heaving with the strain.

Quickly becoming accustomed to 

This great and terrible,

Beautiful and ugly thing

Rearing its oh-so-ugly head.

 And her tears fall from 

Blood-blushed cheeks,

Red and aching

These salty tears plummeting

Downwards, the liquid tumbling

Through the air,

And right before they splash against

The worn wooden tabletop,

They solidify,

Round out with minuscule bumps,

Smooth and almost reflective,

Pale pink and ebony,

A vision of sadness transforming,

Shedding its wings,

Turning into a pretty little pearl.

The End

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