Stop it, I'm blushing.

A word. A word that sets off a fire in the woods with a cigarette butt. A word crazy men rant and rave about until everyone turns away in shame. But the shame you feel is much worse. The shame you feel is your own. Miserable wretch! How dare you do such things and how dare you forget? The word reminds you. You can’t breathe and you can’t think and everything is going so fast and you are skipping skipping a beat and the jolt you feel from your heart stopping stops it again and you see it. Your guilt.