Guilt

Let it curdle in your belly.

When the tingles of remorse

Begin to nip at your neck

And when the sky has finally

Gone dark for the night,

Go put yourself away.

.

Find a place where your

Morality can mingle

With your humility

And you can let your knees

Kiss the stones

As they are meant to.

.

You'll want them to.

This is a desert of blood

And burning roses,

A world of memories

Sharpened into the knife

That's lodged in your gut.

.

It twists, doesn't it,

With each tremor of memory.

Driving the ache of nostalgia

So deep that it breeds sorrow

In the cave of your belly

Where dreams once lay.

.

Blame yourself.

Hunch over your mistake

And weep as though

You ever cared about more

Than the ugly

Consequences.