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the taste of iron on my skin, the lemon on my tongue

he doesn’t mind my company, or the men i keep on speed dial

he knows they’re only ghosts of a love i never could keep

for he’s just like me

gentle, bittersweet

taking care to not capsize

suspended over an abyss so deep that if we ever dared jump in again, it’d be the last they’d see of us.

he says he likes me salty…

even after i’ve climbed up from the seabed for the fourth time in a row

he doesn’t know the strength it takes to not stay down there for good

because every once in a while, when the fog breaks across the pacific

i remember what it’s like to look for that lighthouse in the distance

and find my way home without it.

still salty

Gone are the days of carefree bliss

For all the gods I once prayed to have disappeared into the night

And left me with a coat of darkness so thick I could almost die under the weight of it

So I tie all my roses into crowns of thorns

And I paint over the bloodstains on my walls with off-white

In hopes that the warmth brings light into my life once again

Yet still, the ghosts of all the men who left their handprints on my body