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.