# That Tell-Tale Heart, Guilt.

Author: The Wilde Hunt
Tags: Emotional, Poetry, Prostitution

#1 of Poetry.

you cradle it in your hands&nbsp;  
like a lover's beating heart&nbsp;  
feel its gentle pulse as it tries to dig into your veins&nbsp;  
you can feel it / a little bit of corruption thriving beneath&nbsp;  
the surface of skin and flesh and matter &nbsp;  
you may deserve it / you may not  
this is how to heal from guilt

you must acknowledge it first you must&nbsp;  
at the very least&nbsp;  
give it a name / give it a cause / a purpose / a place to sleep&nbsp;  
not on the bed but perhaps&nbsp;  
beside it&nbsp;  
on the nightstand

you must nurture it&nbsp;  
do not refuse to feel it you were given this&nbsp;  
gift for a reason / by all that is left / that is holy&nbsp;  
you must at the very least give it&nbsp;  
house / home&nbsp;  
it does not need to be fed&nbsp;  
it can hunt on its own  
leave the window cracked open at night&nbsp;  
in case it gets peckish for something with meat on its bones

you must realize that guilt&nbsp;  
is not to be feared&nbsp;  
it is to be tamed and controlled&nbsp;  
like any beast&nbsp;  
when you have given it a home&nbsp;  
and a hunting ground&nbsp;  
and a name call to it&nbsp;  
when you have need of it and it will come

it is the same wild thing as you once were&nbsp;  
before civilization and iron brick by brick&nbsp;  
built you into humanity

and when you have done all these things&nbsp;  
my child&nbsp;  
you will realize in the end that guilt&nbsp;  
is nothing to be feared&nbsp;  
merely to be respected&nbsp;  
merely like you

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