I dunno

Is prose poetry acceptable on anti-prose? ;) Just a little thing I wrote yesterday...

Permanent pricking of tears at the back of my eyes makes me feel like a dutch boy, sticking my finger in the dyke to keep the ocean from pouring in. Or out, as it were in this case, either way I’ve things to do, places to see, people to be. I don’t have time for emotional crisis’. Yet I can feel the hole widening around this miniscule stopper, the pressure of the ocean getting stronger and stronger, threatening to overwhelm this fragile facade, washing me away along with all I hold dear. So I shed not a tear, knowing one drop precludes the flood.
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