Just where the light leaves the sky.  That thin, dying line of day.  There lives my remorse.  That shadowed thing that calls like a distant bell.  You were wrong.  You were wrong.  And my heart, propped up with chemicals and a tiny, fluttering hope, sags just a little.  Just enough.  To unstitch itself again.  So that the dark night gaps like a maw.  Quick to swallow me up, grind me down, spit me out.  Shattered and shivering into another bleak day.

2 thoughts on “Remorse

  1. daisyfae says:

    and the world turns, my dear. and there is daylight again. just like clockwork…

  2. Dolce says:

    Hey Ms Fae. Yeah. It’s been pretty much daylight for a while. This little piece just snuck up on me in a dark moment.

    Miss you Madame.

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