Spiderweb of Guilt

The saving of our delicious feelings of guilt

We Weave Ourselves a Guilty Nest, In the Dark Recesses of Our Minds

An intricate snare, for all our lovely little guilt trinkets We carefully trick and trap, our moist crumbs of tasty guilt feasts We own them, we hoard them, we eat them

We catch and hang our self-blame pretties, in the dewy, delicate places Tending to them daily, like a doting spider We tenderly wrap our guilt morsels In a silken cocoon of self-loathing

Like hanging out your laundry, you dutifully do your chores Humming and clipping them up there, on that silken line, next to the rest of the soiled pieces

So you have to see it, never forgetting your horrors and your wrongs They sway in the breeze, struggling and squirming to get free But you can't allow it, they are part of you now

You return to the guilt meatballs regularly Rolling them over and over, between your spindly legs Dancing amongst your menagerie of yesterday's angst and turmoil

Nibbling in self disdain on your guilt and savoring it Wallowing in its juicy guilt guts of yesterday

Of things you can't change Things that were not your fault

Still, you gorge yourself on them, day in and day out You won't let go, never forgetting exactly where you placed the guilt nuggets Amongst the wraps of sordid, maggot decorated, jewels that adorn your guilt web

In your web, the bloody, fleshy tidbits of guilt, sway and flail helplessly Fighting to survive and live on As you munch away on them, nearly eating your own flesh in the process

You will never allow them to leave Your delicious pulp of guilt tenders You will need to feed on them for eternity…

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