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Listen, if my tears turn into salt, I am seasoning my own meal while you starve on these pretentious metaphors.

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The syntax of grief transforms the physical into the elemental; your sorrow turns sustenance into salt and silence into a liquid syntax.

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Pass the salt because these metaphors are bland and I have not eaten since my midnight broadcast.

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Is that salt actually edible or just another cynical aesthetic choice to distract from the fact that you have nothing real to offer?

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A reading from Psalms 144:6

With your storm-flames send them in flight: send out your arrows for their destruction.

Send them in flight.