Salt-Little Comets

Pick up on my nuanced groans Rip apart my soiled interior walls Given I’m a sack of bones Maybe you should have excoriated home? The system that I need to cope Shatters me with every idiom Suffering a cope to hope Silent at the time I needed it the most Let them bleed me Feed me salt Under the table Miss a bit Miss a bit out Miss a bit Miss a bit out Keep me as a prescient ghost Watching over the familial Speak of me in loud, clear tones I’m the boy who was invisible to all And if grief can’t reach you Then lamentable it is to your home What if grief can’t teach you? Then I’m powerless to leave you alone From these walls