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There is this mordant acid below my throat,
mixing itself with everything I consume, like a toxic pollution.

I held my throat with both hands,
hoping that would help.

I drank one and a half full glasses of cool liquid,
willing that to help.

I even touched my bare feet to burnt concrete that was swathed in a sunlit mask
until my own tears soothed the scalded, blistering sensation.
When I came up from my crouch I hit my head on a wind chime made of
skeletal horse shapes, but found only a tiny comfort in the sound.

Guilt trips are only fun when the reason you’re guilty is because
you've spent a few too many dollars on cruises.
Instead, there is this shameful conscience in my earlobe telling me
to apologize.

I’d say I was sorry,
but I’m afraid I’m not in the least apologetic.
I’m just feeling a tad
guilty.

Description
There is this mordant acid below my throat,
mixing itself with everything I consume, like a toxic pollution.

I held my throat with both hands,
hoping that would help.

I drank one and a half full glasses of cool liquid,
willing that to help.

I even touched my bare feet to burnt concrete that was swathed in a sunlit mask
until my own tears soothed the scalded, blistering sensation.
When I came up from my crouch I hit my head on a wind chime made of
skeletal horse shapes, but found only a tiny comfort in the sound.

Guilt trips are only fun when the reason you’re guilty is because
you've spent a few too many dollars on cruises.
Instead, there is this shameful conscience in my earlobe telling me
to apologize.

I’d say I was sorry,
but I’m afraid I’m not in the least apologetic.
I’m just feeling a tad
guilty.