Tears Smear

It bleeds

Slightly.

The pigment

Fills the cracks

In the corner of my eyes.

I put it on to divert

From the cracks.

I see my reflection.

I see

The cracks.

I cry.

My tears smear.

The pigment,

Fills

The cracks

Like the waves of the ocean

Wedging their way between 

The rugged rocks.

Visible.

The wing disappears.

How does the Crow feel?

Does he know I hate his feet?

I cry.

I see

The cracks.

I realize.

I can cry

I can laugh

A smile.

Many smiles.

The cause

for the cracks.