Category: Prose

Shame And guilt Guilt and shame Does our world own a darker name? I feel guilt; it has its use – as its hand wraps my neck Like a psychological noose. But shame – oh shame – He brings only pain Emotional acid rain Polluted memories recall Like unsweetened chocolate on the tongue A weight…

I thought you only had good days. I thought light shone through the blinds in that magical way you love – the sun baked down on your face and you never feared the burn. I thought you loved with a heart that couldn’t recognize heartbreak and moved on a wind none of us could feel.…