Disappointed

She loses her tears as if climate change spilled into the streets.
The water curls her straight hair, and her narrow eyes turned to crinkled slits.
The frown that was a smile pierced my eyes with a heat I couldn’t bear to touch.
Her voice grinds my nerves liked crushed rocks, and her eyes darted to the hillside, tucked inside a small farming town.
And I’m better off dead.

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