Pillar of Salt v2

My tears taste really salty

I don’t like it

If I wanted salt, I’d cook some asparagus and eat it with butter

It’s like the ocean on my face

My parents don’t acknowledge it at all

My friends don’t appreciate it at all

I’ll dump some wet salt on them and see how they like it

Then maybe they’ll all care enough

To fix my lonely clock

Like a perverse watchsmith

I’d encourage them to dig through me with a screwdriver

Tightening my loose screws

Stopping me from leaking the oil of emotion

I don’t like showing my feelings