Salt

salt of the earth
dissolved into the sea
bones poking through
skin so thin and weak
my cracked knuckles
brush your soft cheeks
making you blush, am I?

no, it’s not me
it’s that garbage you drink
that spills onto the floor
from your stomach
and I know what I say
will never make you think
about anything other
than right now

salt in the wound
mixed with alcohol
you can’t remember
I never forgot
your bright eyes meet
mine, bloodshot
making you sick, am I?

no, it’s not me
it’s that garbage you drink
that spills onto the floor
from your stomach
and I know what I say
will never make you think
about anything other
than right now

Yessir, that’s mine
that you hold onto for dear life
you always said I was made of stone
no crown of thorns, you made no sacrifice
you get out of my hair
I’ll get out of your side