| Embarrassments I am a vent with air rushing out of my ears and mouth. My ears are like coals, red and hot, not capable to have normal listening. My mouth, oh my mouth, what nonsense is it spouting now? More dribble, more pathetic answers killing my sanity. I am a shovel digging deeper and deeper into a hole. My fingernails become dirtier and muddier in my struggle for sense. Cover myself, conceal all I can, so no one can see how bad I feel. Red, red, hot burning flames that cover and reveal what I do not want shown to the world. Don�t look at me, turn away! I am cowering in shame, hunched on my knees in a bright shade of red�bright, tomato red. |
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