silence was a welcome relief
and the darkness seemed like a cosy blanket
stirrings of after thoughts
guilt ridden excuses had plaglued the mind
it has been disowned for a time
knowing only trouble and fast lips
and quicker hands
hot cheeks and tepid tears
feel better away from the light
scratching doohickey things on the wall for a while in the dark
seemed like the perfectly perfunctory thing to do
so it was done.