I cry only in the bathroom
So I can see myself in the mirror
And watch my eyes form watery half moons
And see my cheeks turn pink like crushed rose petals
And stare at my gaping mouth failing to hold in sobs
I cry only in the bathroom
So I can turn on the faucet
And dip my shaking hands into the water
And drown out the salt on my skin
I cry only in the bathroom
Where I'm cradled by the porcelain sink, and the brass faucet, and the glass mirror, and the white tiles
They do not judge me for my tears
Instead, they watch me
And hold me
And let my voice vibrate through them
Until I leave
