A Shameful Mess

Oh god.. I've done it again, gone and put my foot in it.

My head sinks in shame, like a ship lost at sea, immersing in embarrassment.

My stomach does a little flip,

and my cheeks begin to burn a blushing red.

Eyes darting from side to side,

I try to squueze them shut,

hoping that I will be engulfed by some miraculous hole,

if I just shut them tight enough.

My voice goes meak, stumbling and fumbling over the words left to say.

Growing quieter.

Almost silent.

No more words, just humiliation.

I stand, tail between my legs.

Eyes now looking at my feet.

Toes twiddling.

Hands rubbing together in panic.

I reach for my collar bone, and start

tap-tap-tapping away,

trying to seek comfort in my hollow bones.

I remove myself.

I walk away.

Try to find a place to hide.

Hide and seek,

come find me,

for I will not return without a push.

Hushed words.

My akward clumsiness,

egg dripping down my face.

What do I do?

How do I recover,

from this disconcerted mess?

I won't.

It will haunt me at night,

while i try to find peace in the dark.

I will think of this for years to come,

despite the fact that nobody else will recall,

that moment I put my foot in it.