SUPERDEEP

SUPERDEEP

Fleeting words free of existential worries,
Stayed somewhere deep within,
Imprinting new patterns in the cells,
Echoing guilt in a grandeur way.

Perhaps, that is true hell,
The deep dark spaces inside her soul,
Where guilt pleads to be freed.

– Emily Parker

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