Ann Tigone 16 days ago
#Guilt,
a neverending
toothache,
leeching in,
all thoughts of sin.
Pick up a book,
the pages drip
with it,
in bed, the pillows
wreak of it,
cup of tea, a poisoned sip
of it.
The antidote,
though hard to swallow,
admit the guilt,
no cure to wallow,
and make amends
if soul, to cleanse.
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