" ...after you walk away, still silent.
And then there is the regret,
that drips-yellow, and rancid
from the inner walls
of this bone cavern, clad in skin.
All the words you didn't say
echo through your mind; each sounds like
'you should have.'
They spit in fury, 'you should have!'
and disgusted words, 'you fool.'
That poison eats like acid into the accepting flesh
as the single-minded blood cells--
their only thought being
'carry, and carry out the duty'--
ship that hungry sentiment
into every extremity.
Yet you leave those unspoken thoughts
to turn sour in your lungs,
for this regret breeds future courage,
so that next time..."