Like cutting through fish
My wrists bled
And the stench of the sea filled each nostril.
I cried salty tears and wept over swept away memories, like the tide people come and go.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
Like cutting through fish
My wrists bled
And the stench of the sea filled each nostril.
I cried salty tears and wept over swept away memories, like the tide people come and go.
Goodbye sailor
