Like the salt of the sea,
Wash me off when you’re done immersing in me,
Or I’ll dry your existence, mercilessly.
I’ll drown you for eternity,
Relentlessly,
Unapologetically.
-W.E.
Some things are better washed off completely, or they pick at you, scaring you, drying your soul until your body eats at itself, by itself, involuntarily.
Photo credit: Gabriele Viertel
