Guilt killed me since yesterday. My body managed to crawl with the last life of a headless chicken into today to tell her I don’t deserve it. Depleted, dehydrated, all deserved; eyes dilated, conscience concentrated; clothe in old scarf. I looked at her the one I call my woman afraid of the scar the words I utter would plaster on her heart’s layer. She hugged … Continue reading Guilt killed me.