A.C. SALT
@acsalt.bsky.social
her presence alone is an elixir…
and she knows it. 🖤💋✨
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Author of:
🥀Her Salty Truth
🐍Succulence: The sweetness of life
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and she knows it. 🖤💋✨
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Author of:
🥀Her Salty Truth
🐍Succulence: The sweetness of life
Buy now 👇🏽🧿
https://msha.ke/a.c.salt
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Your mouth is a great conch shell—purveyor of alluring elicitations
Your lips against my ear—
I hear the sounds of galaxies draped in the shoreline of a great and endless black ocean, bioluminescent and a pale glimmer of your sight
1 of 2
Your lips against my ear—
I hear the sounds of galaxies draped in the shoreline of a great and endless black ocean, bioluminescent and a pale glimmer of your sight
1 of 2
July 27, 2025 at 12:27 AM
Your mouth is a great conch shell—purveyor of alluring elicitations
Your lips against my ear—
I hear the sounds of galaxies draped in the shoreline of a great and endless black ocean, bioluminescent and a pale glimmer of your sight
1 of 2
Your lips against my ear—
I hear the sounds of galaxies draped in the shoreline of a great and endless black ocean, bioluminescent and a pale glimmer of your sight
1 of 2
when life gives you apples,
poison them…
poison them…
March 10, 2025 at 12:08 AM
when life gives you apples,
poison them…
poison them…
you drip vodka
down my naked body
and I’m just a goddess for you
you relish within my agency
trading vodka for virtue
and you open
my gates of heaven
to the possibilities of us
down my naked body
and I’m just a goddess for you
you relish within my agency
trading vodka for virtue
and you open
my gates of heaven
to the possibilities of us
March 5, 2025 at 11:18 PM
you drip vodka
down my naked body
and I’m just a goddess for you
you relish within my agency
trading vodka for virtue
and you open
my gates of heaven
to the possibilities of us
down my naked body
and I’m just a goddess for you
you relish within my agency
trading vodka for virtue
and you open
my gates of heaven
to the possibilities of us
I am not in the prime of my writing. I have yet to touch my prime, I still need experiences and more heartbreaks and more traumas so my writing can turn into my prime and my prime can turn into my legacy. Until then?
the world is my oyster.
I shall enjoy the practicing…
the world is my oyster.
I shall enjoy the practicing…
February 28, 2025 at 6:14 AM
I am not in the prime of my writing. I have yet to touch my prime, I still need experiences and more heartbreaks and more traumas so my writing can turn into my prime and my prime can turn into my legacy. Until then?
the world is my oyster.
I shall enjoy the practicing…
the world is my oyster.
I shall enjoy the practicing…
and best believe,
that I am your problem
best believe
how painful it is
to lose your narrative
that I am your problem
best believe
how painful it is
to lose your narrative
February 28, 2025 at 1:24 AM
and best believe,
that I am your problem
best believe
how painful it is
to lose your narrative
that I am your problem
best believe
how painful it is
to lose your narrative
forlorn to the truthful notion
that it is not original sin
but the original right to life
that unchains us so…
that it is not original sin
but the original right to life
that unchains us so…
February 25, 2025 at 5:06 AM
forlorn to the truthful notion
that it is not original sin
but the original right to life
that unchains us so…
that it is not original sin
but the original right to life
that unchains us so…
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The muse isn't always reliable, but coffee never lets you down.
February 25, 2025 at 4:24 AM
The muse isn't always reliable, but coffee never lets you down.
I would rather my writing be a testament to overcome the brokenness, not become the brokenness.
February 19, 2025 at 8:03 PM
I would rather my writing be a testament to overcome the brokenness, not become the brokenness.
he lights me up
takes me to the taste of the divine
and figures me out
with just one light of my cigarette
he knows what I need
and I’m thankful
as he scans
his fingers on my silhouette
he is the delight of my fire
#poetry
takes me to the taste of the divine
and figures me out
with just one light of my cigarette
he knows what I need
and I’m thankful
as he scans
his fingers on my silhouette
he is the delight of my fire
#poetry
February 19, 2025 at 5:49 AM
he lights me up
takes me to the taste of the divine
and figures me out
with just one light of my cigarette
he knows what I need
and I’m thankful
as he scans
his fingers on my silhouette
he is the delight of my fire
#poetry
takes me to the taste of the divine
and figures me out
with just one light of my cigarette
he knows what I need
and I’m thankful
as he scans
his fingers on my silhouette
he is the delight of my fire
#poetry
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A big pour of
a beautiful, full-bodied
Spanish red with long legs,
a bouquet as intoxicating
as the hair at the nape
of the neck
of a freshly-showered woman,
and a sweet mouthfeel
that triggers
a Proustian sense memory
of coming home.
a beautiful, full-bodied
Spanish red with long legs,
a bouquet as intoxicating
as the hair at the nape
of the neck
of a freshly-showered woman,
and a sweet mouthfeel
that triggers
a Proustian sense memory
of coming home.
February 6, 2025 at 11:32 PM
A big pour of
a beautiful, full-bodied
Spanish red with long legs,
a bouquet as intoxicating
as the hair at the nape
of the neck
of a freshly-showered woman,
and a sweet mouthfeel
that triggers
a Proustian sense memory
of coming home.
a beautiful, full-bodied
Spanish red with long legs,
a bouquet as intoxicating
as the hair at the nape
of the neck
of a freshly-showered woman,
and a sweet mouthfeel
that triggers
a Proustian sense memory
of coming home.
I want to be unearthed by you.
Silenced by your might. I want you to blindfold me to the truth. Taste me like champagne running through your veins. See me in a different light. Because I am done, being the deceitful one, I am done being the one you want to pillage and spoil.
Silenced by your might. I want you to blindfold me to the truth. Taste me like champagne running through your veins. See me in a different light. Because I am done, being the deceitful one, I am done being the one you want to pillage and spoil.
February 6, 2025 at 8:18 AM
I want to be unearthed by you.
Silenced by your might. I want you to blindfold me to the truth. Taste me like champagne running through your veins. See me in a different light. Because I am done, being the deceitful one, I am done being the one you want to pillage and spoil.
Silenced by your might. I want you to blindfold me to the truth. Taste me like champagne running through your veins. See me in a different light. Because I am done, being the deceitful one, I am done being the one you want to pillage and spoil.
“UNDENIABLY YOURS.”
I love you more
than I want to be comfortable
and I am, undeniably yours
I see you from the inside
and I know you’re my home
I can feel—I can feel—I can feel you near
whenever you are far
and I find the sweetness,
in being two found souls,
in their endless love delights
I love you more
than I want to be comfortable
and I am, undeniably yours
I see you from the inside
and I know you’re my home
I can feel—I can feel—I can feel you near
whenever you are far
and I find the sweetness,
in being two found souls,
in their endless love delights
February 3, 2025 at 12:51 AM
“UNDENIABLY YOURS.”
I love you more
than I want to be comfortable
and I am, undeniably yours
I see you from the inside
and I know you’re my home
I can feel—I can feel—I can feel you near
whenever you are far
and I find the sweetness,
in being two found souls,
in their endless love delights
I love you more
than I want to be comfortable
and I am, undeniably yours
I see you from the inside
and I know you’re my home
I can feel—I can feel—I can feel you near
whenever you are far
and I find the sweetness,
in being two found souls,
in their endless love delights
Thank you and a welcome to everyone who is following me… I appreciate you. ☺️😊
January 27, 2025 at 4:12 AM
Thank you and a welcome to everyone who is following me… I appreciate you. ☺️😊
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Dreamgirl lies afield,
Timothy tops and
tall Blue Fescue
fight to caress her skin,
spotless cyan stretches above.
The boy absently strokes
her inner thigh
conjuring
a Summer thunderstorm
inside her.
Timothy tops and
tall Blue Fescue
fight to caress her skin,
spotless cyan stretches above.
The boy absently strokes
her inner thigh
conjuring
a Summer thunderstorm
inside her.
January 26, 2025 at 5:30 PM
Dreamgirl lies afield,
Timothy tops and
tall Blue Fescue
fight to caress her skin,
spotless cyan stretches above.
The boy absently strokes
her inner thigh
conjuring
a Summer thunderstorm
inside her.
Timothy tops and
tall Blue Fescue
fight to caress her skin,
spotless cyan stretches above.
The boy absently strokes
her inner thigh
conjuring
a Summer thunderstorm
inside her.
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January 26, 2025 at 10:32 PM
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Writers don't lose their minds. We donate them to our characters. Tax-deductible, right?
January 22, 2025 at 11:05 PM
Writers don't lose their minds. We donate them to our characters. Tax-deductible, right?
I learned that I am deceptive,
because my mouth is an inconvenience
and so is my f*cking beauty to you
you should’ve tasted honey with me,
but all you got was bullet casings and gunpowder
because my mouth is an inconvenience
and so is my f*cking beauty to you
you should’ve tasted honey with me,
but all you got was bullet casings and gunpowder
January 22, 2025 at 4:27 AM
I learned that I am deceptive,
because my mouth is an inconvenience
and so is my f*cking beauty to you
you should’ve tasted honey with me,
but all you got was bullet casings and gunpowder
because my mouth is an inconvenience
and so is my f*cking beauty to you
you should’ve tasted honey with me,
but all you got was bullet casings and gunpowder
I want you to feel me in your veins
to feel the regret of me bubble in your lungs
I would rather you hate me for who I am
than love me for something I’m not
to feel the regret of me bubble in your lungs
I would rather you hate me for who I am
than love me for something I’m not
January 21, 2025 at 1:03 AM
I want you to feel me in your veins
to feel the regret of me bubble in your lungs
I would rather you hate me for who I am
than love me for something I’m not
to feel the regret of me bubble in your lungs
I would rather you hate me for who I am
than love me for something I’m not
I am a happier woman,
because I braved the storm of you
and drank your whiskey on the rocks
like the best of them
baby you were worth the burn
because you taught me how to rise again
you taught me that fire was always within my lungs
because I braved the storm of you
and drank your whiskey on the rocks
like the best of them
baby you were worth the burn
because you taught me how to rise again
you taught me that fire was always within my lungs
January 20, 2025 at 3:56 AM
I am a happier woman,
because I braved the storm of you
and drank your whiskey on the rocks
like the best of them
baby you were worth the burn
because you taught me how to rise again
you taught me that fire was always within my lungs
because I braved the storm of you
and drank your whiskey on the rocks
like the best of them
baby you were worth the burn
because you taught me how to rise again
you taught me that fire was always within my lungs
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Writers are like cats. We knock things off tables and call it plot development.
January 17, 2025 at 11:05 PM
Writers are like cats. We knock things off tables and call it plot development.
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Plot twists: because sometimes you need to surprise yourself out of writer's block.
January 11, 2025 at 9:24 PM
Plot twists: because sometimes you need to surprise yourself out of writer's block.
Still getting used to this interface.
January 12, 2025 at 12:36 AM
Still getting used to this interface.
2025 is the year of compassion—- tap in, turn on, and give love. ❤️
January 11, 2025 at 5:22 AM
2025 is the year of compassion—- tap in, turn on, and give love. ❤️
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The stories keeping you awake aren't tormentors. They're nocturnal muses teaching you to see in the dark.
January 10, 2025 at 11:08 PM
The stories keeping you awake aren't tormentors. They're nocturnal muses teaching you to see in the dark.