shame, 4/17/25(today)

last night

on my way to the gas station

there was a body on the ground

with 6 or so police cruisers around

of course i stopped by

curiosity will always be the death

of me, "i wonder if it was their death too"

is the only thought i could summon

other than that, i felt, i thought

nothing

shortly after, as i unwound

at my apartment, on the other side

of the street, sirens wailed

disturbing my emotional sleep

it all awoke, as flashes

covered my blinds

and the guilt, the horror

finally crossed my eyes

i saw a dead body yesterday

and i was completely numb

that completely tore me apart

more than the death itself

Reviews

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Tell me this isn't real. The dark gothic effect of your poems brings me back to reality. I admire the way you write about everything with all your feelings.
"curiosity will always be the death
of me, "i wonder if it was their death too"
These words made me feel like I was reading the subtitles in a survival game that I was impressed by. I was definitely in the story, but I didn't live it.

"disturbing my emotional sleep" Your poem will cause me this for a few days