Shame

Memories bubble up

Feelings are still

In the drips of imagery

Oh, how they succumb my body

The rush

Down my throat

Past my bladder

The curling of my back

And the shallow of my breath

That I despise

The warmth

And swell of my eyes

Yet I don’t cry

I stay

Drenched in shame

Curled over

Hidden in the depth of

A hovering cloud

That I turned dark

And I peer out to the side

To a world that I no longer

Feel a part of