a share of tears

The rain burnt my skin,

Unlike the fire that builds itself slowly;

It was raging, uncontrolled, and unforgiving.

It dug deep and peeled off the veins.

I didn't shiver from the cold.

I was incinerated,

Set alight,

Ignited:

Not molded but melted,

Layer after layer.

I wasn't cast into an ornament, but discarded as ash. 

The moment I touched the dirt,

I breathed.

We're allotted a share of tears

Per heartbreak,

Per victory,

Per person or thing.

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The moment we exhaust that allowance,

We lose a part of ourselves with it.

We die.

Think back on the times you've died even when you were sentient.

Think back on the times you just couldn't shed a tear.

Think back on the times you ever felt.....nothing:

You just hardened.

You just hurt but never ached.

You just paused but never stayed. 

You were there but never truly present. 

The rain desired to be the pyre

But there was nothing in me to be burnt:

My tears had charred them all.