There once lived a bromide named Salai.
To know her is to know she does not die.
Who’d believe such an obvious lie?



There once lived a bromide named Salai.
To know her is to know she does not die.
Who’d believe such an obvious lie?
Happiness
She puts on a smile so the world may see,
the she in her she wants to deceive;
with a plan and a purpose too great to relieve;
she pursues the perception wholeheartedly, naive.
– via my current, Untitled, manuscript-in-progress)