I want to get beneath my skin.
I want to dig under my nails,
Tear at the roots of my hair,
Claw at the soles of my hands and feet.
I want to find the words I can't express,
The feelings that sit in my stomach
That I just can't seem to throw up.
They lie just behind my fingertips,
Just behind my mouth,
At the precipice of recognition.
I just can't seem to throw them up.