The Taste of Salt

The rain fell where you kissed me. the salty taste was strange. I don't recall the weather, ever, having this much range. I am having trouble staying dry. Bated in this muddy ditch. I am losing my grip on the cliff of hearts, their Queen was such a *****. I pondered the ache, the painful, the possible sweet release. The idea that the struggle to believe would pass, and eventually it would cease. But the thought I could no longer stand in the rain, just because the world saw me at fault... I chose to stay and swim, and I gladly drank the salt.