Sadness struggles through your veins
Sir Sadness, he is cruel!
Colourless at once, luminous lines,
deep caverns, no reflections,
empty with tears,
never asking questions of lost virtue
A cat’s laughter is subtle,
full of lightness
Salt burns when rubbed too deeply;
salt never speaks …
process notes: I wrote an opposite of Sylvia Plath’s “Kindness” poem, but only half of it.