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.