The Salt Bride

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I rub my eyes too much

Maybe I loved you because I didn't rub them enough

I wonder if I see myself better with my blurry eyes

The tangibility of your words

The sourness of my tongue

Shoots stringy arrows to the zesty bittersweetness of your heart

They fall flat on my palms

Whose skin is dry today,

Much like orange skin,

But heated

Waiting, for an aching fever

Here as we sleep my fist and your shadow

Clutching the blanket as one,

I cannot put your words to my parted lips

That open even as my teeth find eachother in closing

I shiver under the touch of the air as it holds my jaw

I think

I love too easily

For I have fallen in love with Silence

And his incompetence for his own nature

Makes my ears ring

A ringing that eats away at my soul

Waterfalls

Waterfalls

Laced with pearls

Glistening

Beautiful

I place delicate pearls in my hair

Adding to its knots

I look in the mirror

Glancing,

First,

Then looking

I see eyes,

And a nose,

A very big nose

With two nostrils,

And lips

And pearls so many pearls

Pure

Untainted

Childlike pearls

I put them on

As necklaces, earrings, and clips

Craving innocence

Craving the past

Childhood

Is past

I look in the mirror,

I stare

You're not staring back

But I am meant to stay like this

In monotony and its infinite carousel

I run and I run

But my feet do not move;

Remembrance remains

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The Salt Bride does not wear a ring

Her skin is brackish and dewy

It is symbol enough

Her salt is necessary

For taste

Yet not too much

Never too much

It could hurt

Wounds glazed with the holiness of salt

How can they be wrong?

What is pain if not a sweet sting to be caressed and held?

I keep mine, safely tucked away

In the paper-made stomach taped behind my belly

It is gentle, at times, when it resurfaces

There is salt in the sky today

As it falls drowsily

Clinging to the soft shoulders of the weatherman as he sways and sticks to the windows

Click

The glass is open

The weatherman smiles

I untuck the felt blade from beneath the mechanical whirs and aching of my spine

The mirror tells me that it is alright

And my belly worries

Morning is here, singing, sighing

It is time to close my eyes

Click

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