Circle 200 Raw: Guilty

She looked at the cash in her hand. Then at the pawn shop across the street, still lit like a confession booth.

Tonight, she sat on a bus bench, watching the neon blur of a city that had never felt like home. Her hands trembled as she counted the cash—three hundred dollars, lifted from a coworker’s locker. She’d told herself it was a loan. It never was. guilty circle 200 raw

The circle wasn’t a place. It was a rhythm. Lie. Steal. Feel sick. Promise to stop. Repeat. The guilt was a loop, and Elena was its hamster, running faster just to stay still. She looked at the cash in her hand