Prose 2022

You cannot see out and they cannot see in.  Until the sliver of light is sliced, favoring the inner's escape.  The inner feebling in fear to view the what  apart from the why. Those outside want in, at least to know what's there. And then? Binge viewing silence from either side.

Don't misunderstand: She felt more guilt than any of the virgin martyrs  and their hapless counterparts allegedly in heaven, but such guilt would never be enough to match what she had done and failed to do. As she prepared to let herself drift off to sleep she began recording in specific detail each one  of her commissions and omissions and pined and writhed and empathized with everyone she had ever hurt especially the ones she loved the most not including of course herself