Shame

An angry mob

Rushes against

My most vital organ

Overwhelming

Yelling

Burning to the ground

What has been built

And I just want them to

Be quiet.

Shut up.

Silence.

Shh. Shhh. Shhhh.

Leave me alone.

Let me cry in

My lonesome

Loneliness.

My shame is a catalyst

For disaster

Dry grass

Lighter fluid

Under a lit match

The wrongs against

The self

Rise and gather

In my stomach

Sickening

Painful

Deadly

"How's it going?"He asks.

I turn my shameful

face away and whisper,

"It's going."

And silently,

Invisibly,

I fall apart.