prose-ery thursday

i should feel light, but i feel heavy. heavier. heavy with regret.
regret of words said. regret of secrets told. of memories skewered
and memories sold. of a life line now not so much mine to unfold.

of loss of control.

i've handed over the reins. they are no longer mine. the
distinction between offering and advantage became too
blurry of a line. i have slid out from underneath your thumb.

(the prompt was prose. my mood was dark.)