Elements 

I write a lot about salt and earth and blood.

Because they are honest and true and will always taste the same on your tongue no matter how many lies you have told.

Because salt is a promise, earth is an ending, and we all begin in blood.

Salt is commonplace, just like the earth, just like blood. I am looking for magic on my tongue, beneath my feet, in my veins.

Because I once had a dream where I let myself bleed crimson, feet planted in the earth, staining the ocean red. 

And I could have sworn,

the waves, 

they wept.