you never knew the feeling,
the sensation of stretching limbs over grass
to contemplate another, where they've been
where they're going.

to regret it all
& with some quick wit
forget it & still
somehow reminisce.

furious because you regard me
a stoic
though behind closed doors
i'd be the ultimate wreck.
madness because you can't see past
the quaking voice, endless parades
of words, unthought, worthless
affections.

little lies that you tried to paint white
they'll be black to the core.
i'm a pillar of salt
from the inside
to the out.