The Salt Wife

Salt licks your skin clean to bone,

the ocean tide gives and takes,

linked to the moon’s vibrant dance,

it pulls at your womb, tugs at your lunacy,

pushing you into throes of skyclad fancy,

a sea-witch aback a driftwood broom.

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