Breathe, Suffocate

velvet tears slip down my cheek. a gentle cry. and the wet drops seep in the corners of my mouth until my lungs are full of my own salty, crystalline tears, bringing buoyancy to boats that sail inside my veins. as a rule, I try not to cry. if a single tear is shed, who is to say that another will not follow? compelling the rest to join until I’ve immersed myself in the sea I’ve incepted, and soon all I see are the opalescent peaks of water colliding with my skin.