Chips of guilt
Settle painfully
In my stomach
(original of course...
I needed the salt fix)
Tickling scratching
leaving paper cut tears
from my throat on down
the worse place to have
to think on oneselfs decisions
(don't make me)
why her , Why!
and reasons I may have not
but virtually everything else I can find
within the carrion that was once my stomach
oh I rue that day
and my body chips away
eroded by my tears my face
crumbles
Guilty
such an elegant and deadly drink
I sip at it with no hope for pleasure
A contest entry
- Guilt ... by Polaja.
700 points, ended May 23, 2007, 19 entries
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