Insomniac Regret

Sky sliding silver, the moon is creeping
I lay awake while the world is sleeping
I simmer in sheets soaked with regret 
Tossing and turning, I can't forget

Moments that shape, life never the same
Pulse pounds hard, blood thick with shame
Muscles tense and my thoughts run
Teeth clench hard, grit at what I'd done

Aching memory carved into my soul,
Pray for a shovel to dig a hole. 
Teacher turns with bemused aplomb,
"I'm sorry, did you just call me... Mom?"