Poem - Nocturna #6

at the usual time she'd lie outside,

she remains in doors,

within doors,

indoors

not alone, but with another

in an unfamiliar location

she finds discomfort

the guilt, the pain, the thought

its not her fault

her mind,

it rotts

feeling so distant, because there's no other way to feel

in a literal sense

every word, no matter the medium

no matter the mood,

just a shot to the heart.

the fear, the paranoia, the thought

its not her fault

...is it?