Guilt

Serrated.

Edges manipulated by time and tide-

Sharpness distilled into flowing wine,

Smooth and easy to drink-

Quaffable.

Enough.

In a sedentary glass, rounded to fit the finger crease.

Of night.

Suitably numbed -

Head encased in a satin pillowcase;

Dreams in chromatic REM-

Visions.

Of pasts, past and gone before-

Yet never reconciled in

Futures to come.

Suspended.

Languishing-like larvae,

Hatching-

In the

Deathly

Still.

Silence of sleep.