Guilt Eats Away at Me
The neon sign of the liquor store shines like the bright welcome of a church.
Guilt is devouring me.
Inch by inch.
It feels slimy and cold and it makes this weird slush-suck sound as it creeps up my calves. I can no longer feel my feet. They’ve gone numb.
The cold rain pelts me, …
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