Salt

 I’ve always wanted to be in a car crash. 

There is something so settling about the way I would watch the car come at me. 

My heart would pound and my feet would try to brake,

 But something inside me would want to hit the gas. 

To seize the moment and wreck us both for what we are.
The metal would wrap around me as the impact shook my tethered body.
The crunching sound would be almost too beautiful to focus on life.

And maybe,

Just,

Maybe death would come.
Maybe I would see just who pretends to care about me,

The people whom I barely know grieving over my lacquered casket.

Salty tears from their salty beings.

Fuck you.

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