save face.

Visual description: A digital drawing of tear drops forming an amorphous puddle

No,
my dear
you are not an emotional wreck
the only wreck that wreaks emotions like these
is a world
where up is down
where war is waged on the poor
where monsters become saints we kneel before
poaching land, resources, bodies galore
where spitting venom
with sweet sentiments
masquerades as wisdom
where harmony
is just
harm
on
me

it is okay
to wail
fiercely if you want to
roar if you have to
give that lump in your throat a rest
ugly crying is a myth preserved at best
by those who have yet to bless
their own divineness

collect this sacred liquid
courage without destruction
no jägerbombs
no fireballs
only waterfalls
bursting from your window pains
into the palm of your hands

go ahead
cleanse that mask
off your face
save face
and rescue the saying
from the saying of it.