Salt

Don’t look.

I face forward as my heart screams begging for me to let it out. Each tear that escapes my eyes, reveals every feeling he ever made me feel.

Don’t look.

I face forward and feel the warmth of death in my chest. Each scar left on its wall, reminds me of all the time he made me waste.

Don’t look.

I face forward and allow the world behind me to fall away into space. Each piece of him slip away with it, releasing me from its world.

Don’t look.

I face forward and the girl who was, dies with the love of the past. Each part of them intertwined severs, removing any trace of existence.

Don’t look.

They don’t, at the desolated land left between them, as they walk away from each other. Realizing this world, in which they spent so much time, had collapsed a long time ago.

Look now