Hungry Guilt The first grey wave breaks over me, knocking Me onto my back. I sink, and thoughts Swim around my head. I stretch for one, Seize it, examine it, and release it Into the smoky water. Heavy, pulsating guilt drives me, searching Through bubbly images and sodden memories of sepia, through fragments of thoughts and crispy ideas. Wading To find its maker. My lungs grumble, and I swim faster. I seize shoals of shimmering memories And cast them away. My blood screams for air And my muscles thrash beneath my skin. I snatch one, and present it to my guilt.
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