one night you awake with a start
no different from any other night
your breath is cold
hanging brightly in the air
your body heavy with sweat
�
you remember what day it is
the words form at the back of your throat
like they need to come out
stronger as you pass loved ones in the hall
�
you know you shouldn’t
so you don’t
�
if that twisted thing, your twisted thing
didn’t rear it’s head every now and then
would you still be you?
i wouldn’t
it smells the guilt
�
maybe your treasure is safe with it after all
it is in fact only yours
you do not forgive yourself
you may not ever forgive yourself
this is only yours
this is only yours
you do not speak it out loud
you cannot bear for it to
fall on someone else’s shoulders.
- photo by author
- This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI
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