Guilty

"Truly sorry",
an honest apology
out of her bleeding lips
when I broke her ribs
as she cried
and wished she'd died.

She crawled
she couldn't walk,
feet cut off.
Then she begged,
but I laughed,
stabbed her hard.

Covered with blood
she's crossing over,
her body fades.
Still tries to scream,
in this dream
till she wakes up.

To find herself
in her bed
safe and sound
but not atoned.
And still I hunt her mind
for I am the face of guilt.

Reviews

[David W Moore III]

guilt can be a savage thing as you portray here. it can only truly be dispenced by forgiveness, sometimes from others, but more often from yourself. Great write.

[The Cute 1]

thats good