if remorse could half cover the debt that i owe
if pain & fear of what's coming were a pettier foe
would it make these tears that well start to dry?
would it turn the screaming to a manageable sigh?
if truth were an easier thing to reveal
if secrets were less of a heart-wrenching last meal
would my fingers loosen their grasp on my tongue?
would breaking down seem less like my noose being hung?
those gallows seem monstrous — looming over the light
& i've got no means to cleanse, to forgiveness i have no right
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