I am the salty sea
your once
amphibious
daughters
called home,
and all my vital organs
are here,
in Sodom.
Mother, memories, my heart.
They are packed
in this place,
like loaves
in a crowded cabinet
of bone.
And you, you say
you won’t
look back?
Are you stone,
something cold?
A pillar of salt?
Prometheus Unbound 