Melancholia

weepy, faraway freak under imaginary interrogation lights - they sear into clandestine melancholy she has tried so hard to keep it concealed, but water touched by flame cannot pretend it doesn't boil downcast eyes so they cannot sense the well's depth and opacity - mouth corners pinned into a permanent grin - don't let it twist to grimace their careful words morph into the dull hum of cicadas - gripped by her hidden wreckage her tears bubble up to the surface deluge from the deep