Anatomy of Guilt
written by: Amrita Valan
Pain surreal sneaks
Lifeboat or hearse
Dear Lady of Shallot?
I know how much I have hurt you.
More than I can comprehend.
I cannot handle this surplus
Some mistakes are not forgiven.
They are purged
And daily reborn The
Dreads the next contraction.
There’s no sweet baby
At the end of this road.
You birth only corpses.
I'm a housewife living in India. I am also a mother of two boys. A dreamer, overthinker, who feels and writes passionately.
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