breathe {poetry}--

moral culpability

her mind a tangled mess

she hopes his is the same.

guilt creeps in 

strangling denial that rests in her brain.

excuses written in jet black ink

pasted on her walls.

the walls that surround her 

confine her 

keep her safe and sound. 

yet safety is a myth 

when thoughts compete to be detected--

whines 

whimpers 

they both escape her lips.

hushed by those 

uninspired 

due to the predictable words that flee her brain.

tired 

exhausted 

drained

gone without a trace.

she does not want to be found 

she hopes he feels the dame 

receding from one another's view 

filled with guilt & shame.