Icha Icha Paradise

Touch Starved

The itch had taken over my life, my thoughts, practically everything. There wasn't a single  moment that I didn't think about just relieving it. It was like I was in an excruciating torture.

The needed to feel another's skin on mine, just for them to touch me. To let me know that I exist. That I'm here and that someone's willing to hold me. This wasn't any ordinary itch, it was under my very skin. I couldn't just rub it out no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much my skin burned it wouldn't leave me alone.

Groaning, I sat up in bed, the sheets crumpling up at my knees. The ache appeared again, the tingling sensation under my skin appeared. Today was one of those worse days where the ache had decided to settle itself in the dead center of my chest. I wanted to sink my claws in and rip it out. Like how Asian had sunk his claws into the dragon scales of Eustace and just ripped out the skin and revealed his smaller human body in Narnia.

But Alas, the sensations never left me. 

When I went online it simply said 'In these hard times of the pandemic, try to hug yourself.'

I tried that, wrapping my arms around myself to feel some warmth, but I only received the cold reminder that I was alone. I tried to scrub it out, furiously rubbing at arms to feel relief.

'Grab lots of pillows and blankets.'

I tried that too. Grabbing lots of warm little quilts and cushions and making myself a sort of nest, trying to recreate the warmth of a human. But despite my efforts, it was still silent and frigid.

Here I am standing today, unwelcome in my very skin.

At this point I can't really apologize for the lack of writing. Honestly I just have to come out and say that my life is pretty much a mess right now. :) But anyways,

Ja Ne!