Salt Poem by Ana Burnhep

Sitting
Waves rolled
Crashed with contempt
Never washing the dirt
That stained the shore
Her head throbbed

Oh how torturing
To reminisce
So she clawed him out of body
Out of mind
To scrape away the shame
And bottle the regret

Tender words are not forgotten
Remain salty and living
Cracking her lower lip
Bite down to bleed
Not feeling
But a drip

Sensations of lazy and laying
Eternally settled sweetly in fibers
Of their sheets
First time he sqeezed her hand
She loved the man
And hoped

She hid in his chest
Creating mazes of a mess
But they knew
It would be all right
Or just for that night
Then forsaken