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grief like salt

tastes like a world falling apart. the pieces of yourself won’t go down your throat easily. you can’t say how it feels. you choke on your losses, on the pain your body wasn’t expecting. this space you feel is a foreign object and you can’t wish it away.

many days from loss, you are looking back to the nights you lost a part of you in the death of another or in the falling apart of a dream.

your tears like sea tides crash on your face and your tongue knows that grief like salt doesn’t taste well on their own. but as an ingredient in the soup of your existence, a pinch is enough.