Salt body
My body is a bag of salt.
laying there dryly.
I can feel my arms and thighs throbbing from my cuts.
The nurse packs more salt onto my legs.
i cry out, but there is a heaving weight keeping me from breathing.
Tears trickle down my salty face.
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