slimy fur slides past my stomach walls wrapping tighter and tighter around my fragile lungs i can't breathe the monster in my chest is back fed by my guilt and your words its claws are so sharp its starving for my pain it grabbed onto the part of me that feels so guilty and it forces me to think about how upset you feel and how you think i was unfair over and over and over again
i donβt want to feel guilty but itβs as if i have no choice was i not fair? i was kind and gave explanations what more did you want?