I feel them crawl all over my skin:
Up and down,
Trying to get in.

Molesting the fibers of my hair:
Behind my ears,
They scratch and tear.

Down my neck and across my back:
Searching for voids,
Attempting to attack.

All they want is my discontent:
Uncomfortable me,
And happy them.

I know that they aren't really there:
Imagining pain,
Seasonally impaired.

Anger tries to make itself norm:
I must keep swimming,
Get through this storm.