I wish I could forget the clattering crunch of its shell beneath my shoe,

The soul-sucking noise that rattled my bones,

As I felt its life draining away by my touch.

I am left with the knowledge,

That my karmic energies are imbalanced.

There is blood on my hands.

Can anyone else see it? Is anyone else here to watch?

I cannot wash it off.

I wish I could forget the guilt, the shame,

The pain, echoing through the streets as the striking, shattering sound did the same,

And the stages of grief that followed.

I wish I could forget,

And return to a better time,

A time before I had slain an innocent,

A time when I was still an innocent,

When I was simply a daughter, sister, and adoring friend,

A time in which my hands were not stained with red

I wish I could forget my senseless actions,

Oh God, how could I have been so selfish?

Is there forgiveness for me?

Is there a way that I may repent?

Please, heal my ears and make pure my soul,

Cleanse my memories and all that I am,

I am a fool, a bastard,

And now it, naught but a stranger, is dead.

If I were ever given the chance,

I would take its place in a heartbeat.

‘Twas a little creature with so much life to live

And all I am is myself.

I wish I could forget,

But alas, here I am.

I don’t deserve to be here,

To live while it is dead.

What is there to do?

I’m so sorry, my friend.

I wish I could forget my actions,

Would you forgive me, kind stranger that you were?

I doubt it, but here I must forgive myself.