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Guilty Conscience

by craigverlin

didn't shower sitting in the cubicle for long hours didn't shower and blood is still on hands and feet are still riddled with dirt staining cheap carpet floorprint afraid to touch anything coworkers peer over their fabric palisades eyes burning holes through ripped shirt and crooked tie head down don't exist no one has to know a thing didn't shower hair is manged and disoriented I can feel blood drip off fingertips pat - pat - pat on bland slate carpet design can't concentrate didn't shower everyone stares black eye swollen and scabbed everyone knows have to it's all puddling at feet washing with the dirt look away goddamn look away! head is severed on the mahogany finish desk black eye bulged black and purple tennis ball everyone gathers whispers whispers jaw opens teeth fall out pat - pat - pat no one says anything look away look away look away get up to leave the head stays there dark souvenir quick drive home shower hours melt away infirmities recede sink back below skin didn't shower everyone knew what happened last night but now no evidence no witnesses no one knows the perfect crime a cruel smile emerges on bare white teeth as night sets in once again
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