I need to cry but
no tears are coming
They must know
something I don’t
Maybe that cicadas scream
And yet,
Winter still comes
Crying does nothing
I won’t crack back my feelings
Become uncanned
For a god with hands tied
My sadness too
uncanny and comfortable
The cold air tickles
my dry cheeks
It’s teasing me
“Will you cry? Just for me?”
You can’t wait for my hurt
That's not how this works
My tears are ancient folklore
Hunted, but never found
Felt!!!