Where All The Veins Meet

I did something bad today
I pretended when I whispered
And used the appropriate proprioceptors,
rather inappropriately.
gave my principles the day off
And sent my conscience to the movies.
There were elaborate pyrotechnics
White doves in empty cages
One way mirrors
Shiny silver dollars
Deception, misdirection,
Red lipstick on crisp white collars.
I got what I wanted.

I'll lose sleep tonight.
Guilt eats away at the thin protection my blanky offers me.
I think tonight shall be a cold night.
Full of searching questions.
Deafening silences that scream indignity.
Black.
Incomplete and out of sync,
like the lines my troubled mind jots down.
I’ll make amends
I’ll never do it again
Until the next time.
We are all creatures of habit.
Afterall.