she wrings her hands,
bites her lower lip and sighs.

consequences float around the room,
sullen little reactions to all those things
she said—back then.

she’d erase time,
if she could;
she hates the regret
and the sour taste of guilt on her tongue.

“what’s said is said,”
he said.
so she closed her eyes
and wished for some other way.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s