Salt Culture

The voices behind me are so loud they
Chase my feet with salty water,
Rising to my ankles then to my knees
I am in slow motion with each leap
I take I am two feet behind
I am drowning in their drunken voices
I am their prey-
I pray I learn how to swim but
The water reaches my waist and
Sounds become hands become growls
Come here baby 
I am drowning in water so salty
My tears become the ocean.

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