The salt content of my tears doesn't compare to the vastness of the ocean,
stinging my eyes and burning my throat.
A storm that ravages the shore rattles my bones,
with the force of hurricane winds,
and is sharper than the barnacles slicing my bare feet
as I climb
and run,
seeking answers through blurred vision and crashing emotions.
Hidden in the rocks and kelp,
under the forgotten shells,
are the answers to my tears.
But they hide so well in the shadows,
encompassed in salt that stings with every touch.
I'll never escape these tears
or the salt lingering on my tongue,
withering my fragile hair and brittle bones.
