Salt
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Goodbye and thank you to the Ocean
Thank you for the memories
The nights of walking along the beach
The waves as they crashed at our feet
Thanks for the breeze blowing wind through our hair
My fingers hurt, but not as bad as before.
Maybe because the numbness is going away and the actual pain is revealing itself.
But sometimes pain like that is good,
if only because it means we are healing...
Written for review
For those who
Follow lies drawn
Out of the blue
I cherish you
Black hair greased
Defeated behind barrows
Wheeling the rounds
Tripping on hills
And so we disembark into the crowded hall-ways
piranhas dead on our heels
it hurts but we shuffle on, what for other choice is there?
Day to day, with pieces cut out
The bitter salt fermenting in our lungs
your heart is the altar at which i worship.
your kiss is holy wine.
the ocean is our church and the waves are our prayers.
