Nov 2018
There are flecks of
Salt on my tongue,
The sea replaces the
Blood in my veins, and
I can feel the sand on my skin.
But the sting of the
Air in my lungs remain.
Salt on my tongue,
The sea replaces the
Blood in my veins, and
I can feel the sand on my skin.
But the sting of the
Air in my lungs remain.
Probably one of my favorite poems I've written and one of the firsts.
