Heated Salt

I was your ocean, washing over your dried and bloody, salt-crusted body. Soothing your burning muscle and bone; seeping to your drowning depths to quench them with my flow and washing away the poisons. Sucking you from the tortured shell, red and blistering in the salt-baked desert, I carried you down, sinking into the earth. Its cooler layers eased your pain. Your eyes showed realisation. I am your salt. Your smile of acceptance completed me.

(Really enjoyed this and it was an interesting thing to do. I love your original, too, which I have added below for context x)

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Salted Heat

You were the ocean to me. You were blocked by forces we couldn’t ignore till you were released and poured over a cracked and deserted desert that held a single person lying on the ground, dried and bloody. Salt burned my muscle and bone chasing me to the depths of myself as I was drowned by your depths. My eyes closed and my lungs were filled with the poison you were made of. Sinking into the earth and taking me with you all that was left was a rain and torturted shell, red and blistering under the heat.