no drops, no tears
for years and years
and now i’m flooding the
banks of my singularity,
floating upon my self-created
salt lake city.
salty, salty, i’m so salty,
water level rising;
impossible to drown in my sorrows
considering the salt keeps me
buoyed up above deathly oxygen
levels; time to add some pepper to
the mix, so i can experience
the very bottom of the water,
as the sand fully encompasses my
body; a true wet marinated death.
i’m gonna make some shark very happy;
not often they get a 5-star gourmet meal.