Guilt

I’ve given her 6 Ben Franklins

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I’ve given her 6 Ben Franklins
to get rid of the problem

Ten years — and the scent of
blood and isopropyl remains

Ten years — and the nurse’s cool
minty breath collides with the

Dead leaves falling into the
palm of my hand.

My sister holds her newborn up
up to the burgundy sky

We both remember
there should be two

From the womb…
not just one

Have you ever felt guilt about something deep and troubling? I mean, we’ve all felt guilt at some point or another, but others remain buried. Too raw and real to expose.

Thank you for reading my heart🖤💕🖤💕