no more salt

The empty feeling
inside
that claws at my heart;
is it heavy,
is it hard?

A darkness, a blackness that tastes like nothing,
feels like nothing;
yet, is it bitter?
To taste and to touch and to hold.
Forever.

I want to be rid of it, but I don’t know how
to let go
and clinging to it is the only thing I’ve ever known.

It seeps into the hallows of my body
like sand into the cracks of broken sidewalks
crawling outwards towards the sea,
please God,
don’t pick me.

And I try to scream, but I can’t open my mouth.
And I try to cry, but there are no more tears.

And there is no more salt.
And there is no more sun.
And there is no more
reason
to run, run, run.

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