Like Salt By Max Summit

Break your neck.
Snap your fingers to the tune.

Crack open the air pockets
That lie in between,
Your cold numb knuckles
And your heart that’s
Unseen.

Bend your wrist backwards,
Until you hear the bone
Snap! Listen to the tune
Of your spineless back
Crack.

Let it rest.
Let it breathe.
Let the pain
Drape your weak-boned neck
All the way
Back.

Snap!

Feel the gash
Pour out
Your self-centered
Self-induced
Mr. “NO-TIME-TO-REFLECT.”

Beat your head to the ground,
Stomp your feet
Pound Pound Pound.

Fuck me.
Touch me.

Kiss me.
Leave me.

Taste the salt
It’s bitter—