Cruelty is

It is hard to imagine
why if something is alive and bursting, sizzling, seething

more alive than all the living things have ever been,
leaking all the sounds that you could not have created

out of your own heart and mind;

if you can look out, bare,
and find you are looking in.

The way it is when I am not I.

why,

if you can taste the salt and the slight sweetness on the tip of your lips,
and your body is buzzing and reeling from the constant realization that this is good:



You would turn to the colorless, the tasteless.

So this secret you take with you,


and even if you choose the colorless, the tasteless

You, advocate of choice.


Dearest friend,
You have taken this from me.