Salt--
It was a taste on our tongues,
Mingled with sand and hermit *****
We weren't quite worth our weight in it.
It's a grit between out teeth tonight,
As we were chewing our lips.
A tinge of metallic warmth being gently seasoned.
Salt--
Rolling over in the mud of the coast,
Our clothes clung to us, too heavy.
We'll never get it out.
Salt--
We don't drink the water,
But we choke it down and wish it were air.
Just a few more mouthfuls and we'll be turned into
Salt.