Words of Treason

I feel it on me
Like sweat
As I move.
This sticky,
Overbearing feeling
Of guilt and betrayal.
It's always there,
Clinging to my back,
Causing the hairs on
The back of my neck to
Stand at attention.
Making me uneasy.

When you told me
You were crying,
It was as if
Guilt was reaching
Its long, viscous
Fingers into my
Lungs--
And not even having the
Courtesy to use the
Front door,
Because my mouth was
Too busy spouting
Words of treason.