SALT (Preview)

PREVIEW 04

The throbbing from my fists ripples past my skin and I can hear it pound in my ears.

When did I become so violent?

When did I become such a fool for relief?

The purple they left on your skin mimics the same ones I used to see in the mirror. The cries I hear from your room sound like my own. The heart that's beating in my chest has lost its own sound from the pounding in my head.

Where did everything go wrong?

How could I erase what's done?

Is it too late to be erased?

How do I erase your scars and draw them onto me?

I wish I could just erase you, erase this, but the emotions that crawl under my skin state otherwise.

I wish I could just, erase you from my memory; that way, I wouldn't be at the edge of my seat, sweating rivulets that claim how deep this bleeding is—how seriously afraid I truly am.

I'm afraid of the scared child asking for help that I see in my reflection.

I'm afraid of myself.