#sikentwisted

[railagainstflinch]

do you not feel thankful

for your tears?

like contrails

they are not gushing—

exact.

they do not linger—

typical.

it traces down your earlobes then halts—

ordinarily.

just the right warmth,

neither too wintry

that it would wake up

nor scorching enough

to etch a memory

just designed to be

a faint

I am learning

to appreciate

normalcy,

the point of reference,

I.