Shame walked in, like a woman
Who’s face was carved as a hawk;
Sharp, staring,
with amused judgement,
In detached wonder,
Just staring, into the naked me
Struggling to unfold
What it is I see…
Blue and pink and gold,
Why are you so cold? My cheeks
Turning red from your heat…
Shame kisses my lips without permission
And left behind is my pride as I
Squirm under your umbrella
Drained by your vacant stare
And unresponsive finish
I’m healing from the blow

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