Ruined Flavor

I ought to beware

standing too close to

these pillars of salt—

 

bodies half turned

towards the peering on

of what is better left behind—

 

that line this road

into tomorrow.

 

My skin, porous.

These grains of salt, so small.

 

And.

 

These winds,

whipping around and between us.

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