Milk it for all it's worth.
No need to think about what comes after.
Run until you forget who you are.
Retrace your steps
Rediscover who you want to be.
Seven is for the devout
A number in name only.
I've never been closer to salvation
Than when I was in your arms.
Swallow the burning disappointment
The salt brine waves that crash into your lungs.
Your eardrums beat in tempo
Heart thumping away to the angry tune.
Feel the sting of the earth
The soil on your hands that will never wash away.
The pattern a tattoo
Forever ingrained.
Intricate
Original
Just like you