Parties with Cake

Evil

Do you still think of me?
with my small rabbit heart beating,
under the weight of tainted integrity,
with my trembling hands being burned on a hot stove,
and my cats being washed with the outside hose?
Is regret something monsters still feel?
with a side of ketchup smothered guilt,
and last night's spaghetti clogging the kitchen sink,
rotting meat making the whole house stink?
Do you hear me calling?
with a spit filling my face mouth to the brim,
and my body running to get thin-
enough that you can't see me behind green leaves.
Is justice fleeting?
with my lips passing a sigh,
and you never telling the little girl-
we both left behind-
an honest sorry?