Salt
I’ve begun washing my face with tears. I have never looked better.
The salt must be doing wonders for my skin.
In time, everything will be forgotten, not forgiven,
and we’ll confuse the two
until forgetting will feel like forgiving.
I’ve begun washing my face with tears. I have never looked better.
The salt must be doing wonders for my skin.
In time, everything will be forgotten, not forgiven,
and we’ll confuse the two
until forgetting will feel like forgiving.