Because God made a deal with guilt
When they swooped down
And gutted my heart,
She has long since mastered the art
of feeling nothing. No guilt. No remorse.
No slivers of silver lining, shining through.
Hope unrestrained never served her well,
and guilt and the ribbons of pain took a back seat.
Free inhalation, of ‘today’ and all it brings
is all she can muster.
She remembers the face, and the place,
in the quiet flashbacks of that day,
but just as fast, brushes past,
‘Make it go away’, she prays.
And it does.
And so does she, brush past
Never staying for the last