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Tag Archives: salty poems
… my fingers are too buttery to lace with yours, and the floors are sticky with regret. it’s no one’s fault, but as the credits close all i’m left with is my own salt. .
.. some days, the ocean lends her salty skin to all these words, her feathered waves to quill. her violent will to pull of moon and midnight sky. some days i spill. some days ………………i dive. . Prompted by … Continue reading
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(Selkie Waiting) . She knows her own salt, formed of the souls of water -y graves; plays with her children in the waves, casts her spell on a lonely moon. She’ll seal this night with a brackish kiss; just a … Continue reading