Guilt Guilt is an awful gnawing thing that relentlessly eats at you. And mine had become a painfully persistent parasite, rapidly growing as it fed off of my secrets and shame. Devouring my lies almost as quickly as my lies were devouring me. February 25, 2025 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: fucked, Guilt, Lies, Me, Parasites, Poetry, Shame 4 Comments