Free Hand # 51

Your words are salt, they stick

and sting open wounds

but you don’t know that

I am just bones and

salt is nothing to

me. Your words fall

becoming dust

on the ground.


 

If you’re reading this thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope you will return in the future!

-Alina

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