crack me open, wish me well.

Perhaps Lot's wife did not want to run.  It is possible
she saw her husband in the flash of lightning, and thought
the world would offer nothing else.  So it was settled.
Then and there, she threw back her head,
and her defiance took its shape - could you spit upon her form,
knowing she witnessed Lot's cruelty as it was praised?

These things happen slowly, I'm sure.
I did not expect her holding you in the doorway
when the first drops of fire began to fall.
But there she grasped at you, pointing to the sky,
And although I knew she lived in words,
and I heard the night crackling the weeks before,
I was sick for thinking she would share in our demise.

Know, should you run from the caving earth with her
and I find myself trailing behind your limbs,
humanity would be ill-advised to keep me here.
Don't turn when I stand in the path ablaze.
And  when I am a pillar of ash within the grasp of flames
may my face fall from your thoughts like vomit
and may my name never pass through your lips again.