Shame on Regret
Shame on regret ; I shouldn’t have said that .
Heavy is the guilt upon my back .
Shame on regret.
My womb consumes itself from the inside out.
Oozing lava from my eyes, ears, and mouth- that has a life of it’s own,
folding back on itself and engulfing me.
Shame on regret, can’t wash blood from stone.
A perpetual, percussion ensemble ;
“pitter-pat, pitter-pat, POW.
pat-pitter, pop, BOOM ”pending implode.
Shame on regret.
With every attempt to escape,
the sticky mass constricts tighter-
crushing my head toward my feet, and my feet to my head –
until I cant no longer stand.
Shame on regret.
The center of the shapeless blob, that once resembled a person,
painfully throbs with each strike of the drum .
“dun-dada-dada, dun-dada-dada
pitter-pat-pat-pitter dun”
Shame on regret. You’ve swallowed me whole.
“Pitter pat.”
Shame on regret; can’t wash blood from stone.
“Dun- dada-dada”
Shame on regret; I shouldn’t have said that.
“Pat- pitter POW”
Shame on regret; take it all back.
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