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Feb 2010
Black out before sun down
Slippery jabs of guilt slide
Sickness knifed in
And never seen again
Not by you

You lose control of your mouth, your body, your balance
Your hands wave β€˜round your head in some imaginary joke
Your toothy grin and those hands still flapping are aimed at me,
And still, no one is laughing

No memory of yours holds my embarrassment
Your mother, your father, your husband, your daughter
We remember mean accusations over stubborn bottles
We know the secret you keep from yourself

How do I shift this guilty weight from my dark heart to yours?
Can I steal your excuses?  Can you recall your childhood shame?
Let the light of truth shine fierce after the sun steals away behind dark hills
Written by
Miranda Peterson
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