the saltiness of her drink was nothing to be noted
she had no prior drinks to compare this one to
the saltiness of her tears when she woke
trickled into her ears as a stranger fucked her
the saltiness of her blood on his bedcovers, his hands
as her bagged body lay in the 6 am green van
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PoesiaNO.1 in #loveisdead **trigger warning** a disjointed poetry volume that spans through the topics of politics, self harm, rape, abuse, eating disorders, feminism so on and so forth.. scroll through the contents and there might be something that you...
