salt water squeezed through microscopic holes, forced through the tiniest of holes by the pressure of muffled screams stifled so deep they cannot be heard only tasted through the corner of my mouth, on the tip of my tongue.
living with multiple identities
salt water squeezed through microscopic holes, forced through the tiniest of holes by the pressure of muffled screams stifled so deep they cannot be heard only tasted through the corner of my mouth, on the tip of my tongue.