Salt

Angry

one drop

Whiney

second drop

Crying

third drop

Bullshit

His love is droplets of salt absorbed by my screen

The salt penetrates my screen and stains every poem

essay

word I ever typed on Substack

His love corroded all of my poems

all of my essays

I became parched

I withered from the dehydration of his love

I licked my screen to taste his offering

Not to quench a thirst he could never satisfy

This taste upon my tongue is a reminder of where I belong

I am Lí Ban

He will stand on his shores. He will gaze upon the waves he once honored

He will see me dancing upon the water, for I am Nix

come to me

surrender to me

My seduction is his destruction

My salt penetrates his pores

I will not allow him to escape

Ever

last

crystal of pain burned into his cells

I swallow and surround him with the salt he created

He has become a pillar of his betrayal