Guilt Stomach

I am a dark fuck, I
awoke in a bed, noir
sharp light through blade
slits on the bed room and
I woke next to a form of
lies and tanglement of ma-
nipulations of her
trust of
her
fragile nature, like a delicate or
brittle twig near dead and dry
branch,
no olive leaf, no
happy ending for her
or me or
me