Guilt
The crunch of snail shell underfoot leaves me fractured, flattened, gooey. My shoulders sag beneath the weight of death— I cast my eyes upon the carnage I have caused and wallow in my guilt.
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The crunch of snail shell underfoot leaves me fractured, flattened, gooey. My shoulders sag beneath the weight of death— I cast my eyes upon the carnage I have caused and wallow in my guilt.
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Intriguing conceit!