My eyes have been leaking from the moment I took my first breath 

I have never been able to contain my sadnesses within me 

It boils over to spring out of me

Gray clouds permanently tattooed beneath my eyes

I stand on top of the mountain as my tears carve gorges through the rocks 

My body has been covered with a thick crust of salt

It creates an impenetrable armor

They provide water for the fish to multiply in and flowers that bloom downstream

Children play in the bank and lovers dip their feet into the water 

No one seems to remember the sadness I endured to bore new life 

“Cry me a river” he jokes

I already did