OH, CUNT, MY BLEEDING CUNT

[ashesonmycheek]

ONE SUNDAY AFTERNOON

One Sunday afternoon
You saw my tears
    Precipitous and sobbing from my eyes,
Too fierce to be ashamed,
Too wounded to be stealthy,
Too sudden to be announced,
And while the water washed your hands and face
    You held me close
To siphon out the pain.

One Sunday afternoon,
You saw my tears
    And like an anxious mother asked:
"What brings such weeping?"
    And even as you asked for reasons
The torrents disappeared.
    Only stains of tears remained.

What do reasons have to do with tears?