i want to taste the salt in your heart :
but you are a fictional fantasy
a fallacy
a prank pulled on me by Fate
you have been pried with a rusty crowbar
from the inside of my skull where you were hiding &
hibernating
now you’re fulfilled only by polluting and petting my brain with
day & night dreams of cigarettes & screeching feedback
& boys with ***** calloused hands & heavy eyebrows ;
you are a figment of my fractured imagination