Salt Water
by Amanda Deo
I think it will sting and it does. You jump, twist and close your eyes at the same time like it's natural. I want to choke and vomit into the ocean. I want to blame it on the kid next to me. But there is nothing sexy about gulping for air and dying in New Jersey. Maybe for mobsters. Maybe for their wives. My lungs expand with what's left of our home sunk inside. A horizon shrinks a burden until it's a seagull getting fat off vinegar fries. I'm in love with the way your mouth moves when you aren't talking. When it fills with salt. When it finds God inside a hermit crab. The way it looks.
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Author's Note
Some memories are worth fighting for. I'm out to prove how special this state is.
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Another in a brilliant set from the girls today. All following a theme.
Loved it.
Lxx
Grim memory. Some terrific images. *
phenomenal.
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Enjoyed the piece. Great way to close.
Thanks guys! I really like this one too, actually. Funny how a memory of swallowing salt water for the first time is also a memory of how much i love someone.
* the way it looks. Killer killer tone
I think there is something I missed, but there is a lot to like.
Daniel, you probably didn't miss anything! Just a description of the kind of love you find in NJ. It's the tough kind. The kind that stings.