Temperature

When she came out of my tears she had been shivering. “Your tears’ too cold”, she’d said. And I’d taken one on my fingers and found that they were actually burning.

I never needed a thermometer to tell she had a fever.

The Seed in Her Womb

When the ship took him away her heart was broken. In a year, he promised to return.

“You could long for him,” her friends said “Pain seldom is this sweet.”

She didn’t understand but right when the words were being spoken she found herself craving for chocolate-coated tears.

Salt

His eyes had been burning since last night. He had caught one of her tears in his eyes. When he opened his eyes the world seemed infinitely more hazy than it did when he cried all by himself.

The sensation was strange. Lately, he had come to realize that there was a taste-bud on his retina. Her tear lingered like the salty sea in his eyes. She had always been this salty….. he knew, when he looked at her.

She used to cook him meals and they would never have to buy salt. Before she applied the last of her in last night’s menu, for the last time their eyes kissed.