some were not created in god’s image

and on the eighth day,

god created tear drops

to fall with the angels—

wings clipped,

accelerating the descent

from greatness,

a glimpse of imperfection

that still gleams in the light,

gliding down the surface

of a broken earth,

mumbling a pain

that cannot birth a language,

found by the ones claimed 

to be made in god’s image,

who cursed the waters that flooded

and believed only fire 

would cure the garden

that was ruined.

Tori Bryl lives on the east coast of Florida, working and writing her way through her twenties. Her work centers on her decade long battle with depression. She enjoys late night drives, music, and films.

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