You cling to me like cellophane, wrapping yourself around myself with your electric forked tongue, as you drag each of my neurons out into the world; exposed they are, as I am left to feel their nakedness and chills.
I feel their bite and electric fields; their pain has become my friend.
I suffer from three different disorders that can be very painful. This poem is the best way I can explain it to you. Maybe you can relate, maybe not but that's up to you. Live long and prosper my fellow poets.