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Salty Paradox

 

my father tossed salt into the unknown  

a ritual to blind what lurked behind  

 

mother whispered of prayers and pepper too  

an offering to shield what shadows took  

 

i walked softly around the jagged edges  

afraid to wake what slept beneath my steps  

 

the paradox of salt—it stings, it heals  

each grain a choice we scatter and consume