Release

It creeps out at night,
slowly unravels the tightly guarded hatred.
Wide-awake.
Replaying each scenario. A picture show of loathing.
These feet have made some wrong turns.
These hands have let go.
A burden of guilt has nestled in this rib cage.
Hidden. For no one.
Memories burn this face with shame. Awkward
silence.
Better off dead. They whisper. Someday.
By day- perfection.
Graceful. Elegant. False.