6.25.2011

injured

Teensy itch
starts to crawl,
festering within,
mad scratching,
seething skin,
flames lick the surface.
I scratch, pick, tear at the itch,
rip it out. That hurts.

9 comments:

  1. urgh... total flashback to my worst ever eczema outbreak

    funny how you can make poetry out of even this! :)

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  2. welcome to my life: itching and writing.

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  3. was it the itch that drove her mad or was she always mad...

    great poem, makes me want to scratch...

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  4. oy i think you might have given it to me now that you say it...

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  5. Ahh, it gave me a crappy feeling but I must say, it was powerful. ;)

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