From her tears sprang the eyes
of recycled water drained from corpses
her smile cracked teeth
as if someone got the wrong end of a
fight, replayed in fast-mo for analyzation
(or maybe humor for no intents & purposes)
she stumbles into the sky,
thinking rainwater wouldn't make her sober;
it's down to the clouds to let her sink
and the moon appear in flesh
but she's too waterlogged in the air
to not stare into the sun,

maybe the sky's tears
will grow her retinas.

a/n ; attempt at something new.