The Things We Left Unsaid

itch

             i just want to crawl out of this skin, ripping open this body, shedding the itch finally being able to scratch deep enough to where the sting no longer lingers, and settles again.

             crawling out of this cage made of flesh and bones, bleeding raw a red pouring out of this vessel clawing away at the skin trying to go deep enough to make it all stop .

             the burn, the dry, the tingle, the jitters, the millisecond of euphoria, while thinking it went away just for it to come back, and repeat the endless cycle trying to get it to leave me alone all over again.

             bothering bothering bothering make it go away away please please please i beg as i take a blade to the irritation going deeper deeper deeper until it finally settles and the spark starts anew in a different place on this body that was once mine.

             leaving its crimson mark as i go over again again again with each one sparking a new feeling a new part of me a new burning sensation i wasn't used to, with every new itch came a deeper cut.