Salted Thoughts

Here is the girl

Brooding

On salted thoughts

On what could have been

.

The salt

Bears through

As it sits

On a thin layer of snow

Stinging

.

In the mind

She walks

A labyrinth

That bites her feet

Cold

And hateful

.

She turns

To see the walls

Closing in

On her mind

Labyrinth dark

And dank

.

She is falling

Into a chasm

She needs

To get up

But is drowning in black

.

The salt

Is burning through the snow

The rocks under

Are shifting underneath

The girl

She needs

To change

So as not

To fall

Deeper in the rocks

Into that

Black black chasm

That seems her fate

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