the grit of salt slips through my fingertips
its taste preoccupies my mind
salt in the wound
or salt is the wound
I can't tell anymore
but thanks for rubbing it in
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My Poems
Poetrymy personal poetry. I do not usually write it unless I have deep emotions. Thank you for number 57 in Poetry! Cover by: ME Completed book of poems. The second one is in my works.
