Guilt

She finds herself amazed from all her actions...
now masking her true identity...
she thinks that she's crazy.
The silence slowly tortures her...
memories rushing...
looping back and forth that drains her.

She felt pleasure but in the end started to hate herself.
It was her choice.
She knew it was wrong.
She asked "Where is my conscience?"
She was innocent and believed in an ideal story.

She learned of a good news.
A little bean starting to grow.

Guilt. Distance. Dimmed lights.
Stop. Cry. Questions unanswered.