Wet Gravity

She was giddy with remorse As she skipped river stones Off slick rapid rushing heads Babies belched from below Clenching shame in her stomach It felt the same as the last time Cramming fear in her white fists Hoping this is the last time She put rocks in her pockets Knowing wet gravity Shrunk away from the water's edge Fell down hard By a tree She stuffed shame in her pockets It felt the same as the last time She crammed fear in her white fists And hopes this is the last time Brain squeals Same as the last time Brain squeals She hopes this is the last time