Solitude of the Guilty
Sophie Turbutt
Void. Blank space
drained of light, since
I pulled the trigger.
Who is left to hear me?
Not you.
You who tore tomorrow’s fortune
from today when you saw it. I was plummeting
innocent, blind, towards it but you remained silent. Trust
smashed like an hourglass against the locked door you left behind
in the blackness. And I hear you whisper, wretched words, weeping through
the keyhole but I cannot see you, and I shout and pound my fists on the impenetrable wood
But you cannot hear me.
In the void.