Salt
She could taste the salt
of her tears as they
crept down her cheeks
collecting the drops of sweat
which dripped off her
as though she were a cloud
that could hold no more.
She licked her lips
the coppery taste of him
was still on her tongue
the blood long ago diluted
to a soft pink that
ran in snake-like paths
down her face, her neck
imagined that it curved
around her breast
avoiding her heart.
She looked at his blood
pooling around her kneeling legs
watched dazedly as
a drop of sweat, a tear
perhaps a sphere made of both
rolled off her chin
splashed into the puddle
creating as much an effect
as a single tear would
a ripple in the sea.
She leaned forward
placing her hands flat
upon the blood-drenched ground
staring in rapt fascination
at the sharp contrast
her pale skin made
against his black-red blood
listened to the sound
her hands made as they sunk
into his blood, her tears, her sweat
the noise completely overshadowing
her own soft breathing.
She slowly pushed herself up
felt the blood slip
beneath hands, knees
between splayed fingers
pulled against its stickiness
felt it cling to her
as though he refused to let go
stood up slowly, carefully
weaving slightly as she straightened
stared down at her palms
wondered if she could ever really
wash blood that dark away.
She turned her hands over
stared at the contrast
red on white, white on red
wiped one of them slowly
on her already bloody leg
turned her hand back over
gazed at the streaks
of red, pink, white
felt the blood, sweat, tears
cool on her skin
leaving behind winding pink tracks
the only physical reminder
of her pain, his pain.
She turned, walked away
no glances back
walked as though her feet
weren't leaving bloody tracks
that slowly faded away
until there was simply nothing
no signs where she was going
just as his blood
covered all signs
of where she had been.
She opened the blood-splattered door
deliberately placed her hand
that was still covered in his blood
on the outside wall
leaving behind a perfect print
her sign, his sign, a sign
blood-red lips curved up
for just a moment
before she continued on her path
hummed softly to herself
the echo trailing her
along with the scent, the taste
of his blood, her tears, her sweat
the salty remnants of pain.
Created: December 2006
Last Edited: 1 December 2006
Notes: Based on the idea of the taste of salt in tears, sweat, and blood. Blood's a bit of a stretch I admit, because it's got more of a coppery taste than salty, but it still works.
of her tears as they
crept down her cheeks
collecting the drops of sweat
which dripped off her
as though she were a cloud
that could hold no more.
She licked her lips
the coppery taste of him
was still on her tongue
the blood long ago diluted
to a soft pink that
ran in snake-like paths
down her face, her neck
imagined that it curved
around her breast
avoiding her heart.
She looked at his blood
pooling around her kneeling legs
watched dazedly as
a drop of sweat, a tear
perhaps a sphere made of both
rolled off her chin
splashed into the puddle
creating as much an effect
as a single tear would
a ripple in the sea.
She leaned forward
placing her hands flat
upon the blood-drenched ground
staring in rapt fascination
at the sharp contrast
her pale skin made
against his black-red blood
listened to the sound
her hands made as they sunk
into his blood, her tears, her sweat
the noise completely overshadowing
her own soft breathing.
She slowly pushed herself up
felt the blood slip
beneath hands, knees
between splayed fingers
pulled against its stickiness
felt it cling to her
as though he refused to let go
stood up slowly, carefully
weaving slightly as she straightened
stared down at her palms
wondered if she could ever really
wash blood that dark away.
She turned her hands over
stared at the contrast
red on white, white on red
wiped one of them slowly
on her already bloody leg
turned her hand back over
gazed at the streaks
of red, pink, white
felt the blood, sweat, tears
cool on her skin
leaving behind winding pink tracks
the only physical reminder
of her pain, his pain.
She turned, walked away
no glances back
walked as though her feet
weren't leaving bloody tracks
that slowly faded away
until there was simply nothing
no signs where she was going
just as his blood
covered all signs
of where she had been.
She opened the blood-splattered door
deliberately placed her hand
that was still covered in his blood
on the outside wall
leaving behind a perfect print
her sign, his sign, a sign
blood-red lips curved up
for just a moment
before she continued on her path
hummed softly to herself
the echo trailing her
along with the scent, the taste
of his blood, her tears, her sweat
the salty remnants of pain.
Created: December 2006
Last Edited: 1 December 2006
Notes: Based on the idea of the taste of salt in tears, sweat, and blood. Blood's a bit of a stretch I admit, because it's got more of a coppery taste than salty, but it still works.