It’s a drop of water rolling
between your shoulder blades,
a river through your bra strap.
It’s a delicate crust
lining your eyelids, holding
tears in place; it isn’t smiling.
It follows broken promises
unfettered – it is infectious, viral,
delicious venom, maybe medicine.
Look! You caught a glimpse!
Breathe, but slowly, slowly…
There it was again.

By Heidi Turner