guilt.

the taste of guilt fills each corner of my tongue. 
a bitterness worse than anger
worse than rage. 

a flaw i thought i shrunk so small,
only to convert again at a blink of an eye.

a generational curse,
a presence brighter than that of my father. 

i sit in the heaviness of the pain that surrounds me 
praying to a god i left behind,
reminiscing the nights of suffocating culpability.

i was new but today i am the weight of the resented women in my lineage.