Sinner's Guilt By Nomthandazo Moyo

The steaming water burns my body in my attempt to bathe my conscience clean. The soap doesn't foam as much as it should, nor do my hands rub vigorously enough to wash my guilt away.

Artificial Water Spring © Ernest Mackina (2013)

More soap, just enough to musk the smell of last nights' transgressions.

Every splash, drop and bubble erases the odour of delinquency

The towel is far too soft to scour the blame off.

Maybe, just maybe I will feel a little less remorse.

Who am i trying to fool? This is just a futile attempt to undo a mistake yet I know I can not. The guilt is one i will carry with me forever.


P.S I hate this part right here.



Poem by Nomthandazo Moyo
Images © Ernest Mackina