gherkin

a winter spent in tears

drowning in sorrow

when all I tasted were

salty lumps in throat’s swallow

holding back the briny rainfall

until I was alone

whispering into megaphones

words to ease a broken girl

to stop the constant flow

or else she may have ended up

a sweet gherkin floating

in a blue mason jar

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