moms and dogs.

Ive been surprisingly unphased,
numb until I taste the salt of tears tip toeing down my cheeks.
confused I wipe wet eyelashes.
and its not when Im lying in bed or in the shower like usual.
its not like when Im broken, face contorted, consumed.
like a protective filter, my brains not telling me my emotions.
unburdened and ignorant, until my body subtly lets go,
my shirt collar left damp,
nose pink, eyebrows raised.
an unwarranted shower of tears.
an unwarranted liberation of something that was nothing.
this foreigner within me. my body is a traitor,
or a big sack of sedatives.
at least Im ignorant,
alone when I tasted the salt of tears,
confused, fingers wiping wet eyelashes.