Sometimes I think of the night.
I cried so much over you
my eyelashes became crystalized, encrusted,
with salt.
an ocean just previously
gushing from within
my cavernous diaphragm.
I could pull it off with the tips of my fingers
touch it to my lip
taste the brine.
Forget-me-nots laden in my skin
shrieking memories 
calloused thin.


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