salt words

I'm all of crying tonight
all the words are turning salt
rimming the glass of my evening;
I dare not drink.

The more I blink, the more they fall
until I must wean my hands from my face
to see the crystals sparkling
in the failing light.

(C) 2014 by Rosetti C.
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