Oh no! what have I done?
My jaw clamps shut,
vowing, for the moment, never
to open again—
Though I know I could never make good on that promise.
My mind works,
hoping desperately that it can close the door
and block the memory from getting in—
but too late:
It slips under the crack.
Damn.
My muscles twitch,
trying in vain to move my body
back in time—
but it cannot be done
And I remain,
trapped here
in the nightmare of my own humiliation.
The fire burns my cheeks
spreading down
through the tension in my throat . . .
blush?—
And now I am embarrassed.