Ebarrassment

We've all been there, one slip is all it takes to burst your bubble.

Pop!
Your brain recoils, springing away from the insides of your skull.
Squeezing the blood into your face,
pushing sweat from the glands in your skin.
Desperately, frantically you grasp for anything to diflect the focus,
as you spiral downward in your mind.
As your shoulders hunch and you peel inward.
Your posture shrivels into a raisoned cocoon.
A shield to protect you from the ridicule you know will come; but it doesnt.
For embarrassment, most of the time is more painful to watch than experiance,
and we've all been there.