if god exists, why did he create me in this in-between. salt on my body, seeping into open wounds, sweetly I request reprieve. craving the quench of a love so deep, that I gasp for air in all its consuming. but too shallow that water, misplaced and misleading, instead, feel it swelling behind dry eyes begging release. I lament: I crave love, or I crave relief. please do not tantalize me. soothe my sorrows with love as my salve or let the salt drain from me, carving paths down my freckled cheeks if neither, then life in me will cease. all I asked was for love or relief. if god exists, why did he create me in this in-between.
