Dancing With The Devil

All I could think about was the guilt that consumed me. The face of the innocent victim smiled at me in my dreams. His lovely cousin haunted me in the daytime. Every time the news was on television in the lounge it said something about the accident. The officers that stopped by unexpectedly. My guilt was everywhere except in my mouth. My lips quivered just as I gained courage to push the guilt away from me. It didn't want to leave. It refused to say goodbye.