I just did something unforgivable.
Shakespeare says, “What’s done cannot be undone.”
I know the pain of this truth.
I have felt the words “blind rage”. I don’t remember all of what I did in my fury.
No one talks about the confusion that follows, when you’re in a heap on the floor wondering what happened. Or the regret that scoops you out like a cantaloupe.
I am hollow.
How fortunate I am that regret has a serrated spoon. As an empty husk, there’s a chance I can live.
With the fragmented memories of this thing that I did.
March 9, 2016 prompt: Monster – In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a monster