nowhere to hide

I am absolutely mortified, terrified, beyond the border of embarrassment,
falling with fingers clawing, into another world which sticky, pulsating, sickening twacks

splinters at my side,
ripping apart my rib-cage
as lightning does elegantly to the skies.
Open and nowhere to hide,
no shirt or sleeve to disguise
this sickening, palpitating organ.
Red, red, red, red.
Flushed and bruised,
quivering in distaste like sour wine gone bad,
bile rising and rising and rising, churning with a sickening pain of too-late and too-far, no more exits
for those who miss all the warning signs, taking no cover, no common sense, but being a fool and looking into the sun without any inkling of shade or health
until all I can see is
myself.