an itch that didn’t go away was one I can’t ignore this tingling feeling leaving traces on every centimeter that makes my body whole when I try to ignore it only gets worse as if it wants me to shake this devastating annoyance that circles around my insides it was as if maggots have found a way to make themselves invisible and start to chew their way from my flesh all the way into where my circulatory system is located and when it is done with this draining process it will began to create holes as a way to exit my inner skin and start leaving marks on my outer skin tissue that will torture me with agony if I were to interfere with it or rather yet scratch it off it will just do nothing to fix it
so I thought to myself “maybe I should just rip it off..” and so I tried to do that but it didn’t work I used a sharp blade to try and slice the anguish of my skin but it still left remnants that I can’t bear to look at again I then try to use a butcher knife but the moment I try to press the steel blade on one of the maggots it chewed onto the steel until there was nothing left but the handle the only option I had left was to use fire and so I did just that I found a whole jug of gasoline from the garage splashed it over my body found a lighter and lit a match and let the fire commence onto my body the maggots started to scream with pain as their unsymmetrical bodies started to melt during that moment I felt a beautiful euphoria even though I knew I was burning with the maggots too but I was delighted that my sudden itch has been lifted away
(disclaimer I didn’t do these things to myself in the poem)