salt screams in our blood
you say hold this mottled memory close and stretch your hand a c r o s s the dark a watery mass of unspoken woes grow between us I hold on tight shackled to your story your eyes touch me and I tumble through a hole caked in sea-salt ribboning through straits of grief I say remember we share the same heart and think how you always steal it blood screaming wild in our darkness I dream of you walking home a c r o s s the ocean floor you are dead to me you’re dead to me
Sheree Mack is a Creatrix living on the North East Coast of England. She facilitates visual journaling workshops, nationally and internationally, supporting women in their exploration of their authentic voices. She is currently writing about traveling and working in Iceland as well as the next instalment of her creative non-fiction memoir.