Natalie Worcester

I Don’t Like The Way My Shadow Looks Today

It follows me like a bitter after taste.
I turn my head slightly, to catch a glimpse.
It’s full of guilt,
Not letting me forget,
That dreary night.
The knife just slipped,
Into her leg at first,
Then it fell into her stomach
And finally landed in her heart.
It wasn’t my fault.
Still it forces me to feel that guilt
All day long.
Then at night,
It goes into hiding,
So you might think I would feel free.