Salty Badge
First cold rain of the season.
The eyes squint, like a cat pre-pouncing.
Spines turn into wind-whipped icicles.
Bones gently shift to dodge the icy waves.
Like the unborn floats around the unforgiving blade.
First cold rain of the season.
Like your first encounter with a funeral pyre.
That funny smell, the rosy smile.
Trying to cry just like the others.
To proudly wear that salty badge of life."
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