Like the salt of the sea,
Wash me off when you’re done immersing in me,
Or I’ll dry your existence, mercilessly.
I’ll drown you for eternity,

Some things are better washed off completely, or they pick at you, scaring you, drying your soul until your body eats at itself, by itself, involuntarily.

Photo credit: Gabriele Viertel

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