shame:

Oh such great agony to be contained.

I am your unnamed trauma.

The white hot nail in your heel.

Hidden beneath still waters,

terror is the unknown.

Why do you feel dread now?

Everything is set for the feast,

it is time to fill your plate.

Goblet running over, deep red in your lap.

Wine, maybe blood,

we drink them both the same.

Can you quiet the screams?

The clatter of gnashing teeth, everything they say.

Being ashamed is a part of being human.

They must know.

Beneath the fabric pinpricks of light shone through.

A milky way of pale flesh.

The smell of summer and strawberries.

It’s embarrassing to have your mouth water so much,

but it’s been so long since you’ve had a proper meal.

I would describe your eyes as honey.

The way they wept, I almost imagine the tears trickling

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owly down your cheek.

A breakdown in suspended animation,

it’s so easy to relate.

I feel most comfortable wearing your clothes.

A bit of dress-up,

I think it’s natural to want to vanish into pretend.