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