I ripped my heart open
To feel something.
Anything.
I looked at my scars
So rotten and swayed.
No more space left
For anymore.
Over the counter
I saw a jar with salt.
I reached over to open it.
Only to learn there’s no more salt
But a sweet substance.
Maybe I can use this to sew my pieces back together.
Maybe I can be the one to heal and hope…
