My salt is in the blue sky
with a sworn red oath sent aloft
My shoulders sag heavy
my smile squirms in mimic
My blood is suffocated
constrained in lost memory spilled
The ceiling receives my confession
as dull pain radiates
My guts wish to pour out
the bottom falls away black
She says get the salt ready, it’s snowing.
I say my salt is in the blue sky.
She says what?
Wish the salt would be in the blue sky and sea of course instead of getting on my shoes and then dragging it all over the floor, ah never mind.
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