I feel it.
Buzzing in my body.
Waiting.
The static travels through my limbs, past my racing heart, around my aching bones until it reaches the tips of my fingers, the tips of my toes and...
It waits.
And it waits
I feel it.
Crawling inside my skin.
Always at the tips of my fingers, the tips of my toes, fighting against the skin that traps it, looking for it's way out and...
It bites.
And it bites.
I feel it.
I'm not alone in my own skin.
