what tears taste like

swallowing
   fractured, mirror-shaped
         teardrops

 
 
  i saw you,
    in black and red,
       thought to call out
       through the tide of crimson
              and choked on your name
                               instead
 
 
      now,
        when I taste blood,     
        I always think of you.

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