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Salt. #Poetry

A bittersweet poem about love, craving, and the paradox of finding comfort in the very thing that wounds you.
You’re like salt to my body —
only a pinch of you is needed.
The more I crave,
The more it ruins my taste buds,
The more I taste, my tongue hurts,
As intensely as it goes,
it makes its marks and cuts my throat.
So, the more I ask,
the more it hurts.
I stand wounded, naked, exposed,
and as the wind brushes by,
you’re everywhere —
screaming, shouting,
making noises,
stinging through my skin.
Yet your voice,
your breath,
those three words
in my ears
soothe me,
again and again,
healing the wound
you made.
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