Guilt is ground floor; shame is three levels down, low ceilings.
Shame gnaws on itself; it is devoured by love.
Shame is smack and emo-crack.
There is no shame in crying; there may be in not.
Innocence blushes, debauchery shushes.
Guilt by exam; shame by ”I am.”
Run and shun humiliation.
Shame is a dark cave, acceptance bright sky.
There is no gain in blame’s dark shame.
Shame is heart junk and soul gunk.
Ward off shame; keep your arms wrapped around yourself.