Salt
Water fills his mind.
Cascades of it
swamping every thought,
filling each one up
into salt-water ticks
until they can’t float anymore.
Cascades of it
swamping every thought,
filling each one up
into salt-water ticks
until they can’t float anymore.
For T.
I watch him cry
and it’s like watching worlds cracking open.
He wipes at the heat rising to his face,
at the ache lodging like a nail in his head.
There’s nothing I can do
except watch him destroy this world.
Our world.
All worlds.
And hope he’ll survive.
and it’s like watching worlds cracking open.
He wipes at the heat rising to his face,
at the ache lodging like a nail in his head.
There’s nothing I can do
except watch him destroy this world.
Our world.
All worlds.
And hope he’ll survive.
Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time either writing or reading. Her poetry has been nominated for Best of the Web and the Pushcart Prize.You can find her here: http://carabosseslibrary.
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