Guilt

A soft whimper is heard, then slowly changes into a roar. A beast that cannot be described prowls inside me. I try to look directly at it, yet even as I do, I cannot see it. The monster shifts and blends when I try to observe it.
It roars again, and my ears feel like crystal, shattering. I drop to my knees, tears rolling down my face. My chest begins to burn, as if the fires of hell have taken up permanent residence there.
I gasp, breathing becomes painful as the beast claws its way up my throat. I want to cry out, I want to vomit, I want to rid myself of this creature!
I curl up into myself like a tiny baby tucked away inside a mothers womb. With one last gasp I look at the beast one more time. I can see its eyes now, they are as cool as ice. I know its name. The creature that has brought me so much pain, is known only by that of Guilt.


I found out that I hurt someone today, that I would have never dreamed of hurting. This is how I feel.