Tastes like peace.

I have a sad peace in my heart

that tastes like the time you yelled,

and every bit of you drowned my senses.

You were a man like Pharoah, the good

that could have coursed through your hands,

but those hands turned on Moses,

on me,

on everyone we ever knew,

and the sad I have tastes like peace.

And how sad it is to know that.