Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

I held it in,
I promise…
In the end, it came…
Releasing in the form of
little oblong moons,
Rolling
down my face,
Connecting into a stream—
All-encompassing wetness.
Because this
exists.
You exist…
Bittersweet—
Yet immense pain,
And the remnants
After the downpour,
Imprinted invisible stains,
Whose tightness on my skin
Reminds me
That beauty is the impermanence
Of this delicious suffering,
Where
It feels like steamed rainbows…