Like all Mediterranean families, mine loves salt
Briny beauties to marinade in
To throw over your shoulder and hyper tense the veins
They are local to the little crystals, so much so that they let it kill them with no hard feelings.
In fact, they love the hard snowflakes so much they become it!
Imposter sugar, it looks alluring, innocent, and sweet.
But give it enough time and they will find a cut and make it burn again
You'll clear it, wash it away, try to move on from the freshly pink wound
Yet before you know it you fall back to looking at that shaker and forget all over again
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Nihilist's Cookbook
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