a trail of crumbs

it was shadow
more
than light. the mumble,
the whisper, the hidden.
things
unknown,
the creep of secrets.
the phone,
the ride,
the hide.
how uncareful she was
with her life, all her
sins
leaving a trail
of stale crumbs behind.
how dumb
and dark,
how sick each betrayal,
each step
she took.
each crazy thought that
crossed
her unstable mind,
deny deny deny,
then caught and caught
again
in her own web
of lies.