"Memory"

Memory consumes
And she can’t
run away
from the thoughts that
plague her, from the
Sensations she’s feeling.

Guilt, remorse, choke
their way up, past
her gut, past her brain,
to her heart.

And it hurts.

It bleeds. Deeply. Crimson
rivulets that pour, metaphorically,
from her lips, to her fingers;
The World.

And still she’s not sure what she wants.

She never has been.