a free write just to get it off my mind … old pictures and memories meant to fade in a stand off with an empty parking lot i, the one who has gathered my wits, can’t believe - am still in awe -of this dancing shame healed only by the passage that time has made her actions are thoughtless rampant and blurry in the bed she had made not left whole in her guilt even though she’s not the same. and I hate her so stupid and reckless so heartless and benign so drunk and carefree balled up in her lie. she needs to go away now - to never be thought of again. and I will do all in my power to make peace with such sin. a slate wiped clean is all that I need. to forgive is divine … just keep remembering … that isn’t me.