Your skin itches
as it winds through,
slithering up like a snake uncoiling from sleep
eyes heavy and laden
finding the best path.
Soon every part of you starts to itch,
feeling the need to move,
the need to run,
but there's no way to go.
Constricted,
tight,
you feel bound to your skin,
Every part of you starts to shake
not being able to abandon the feeling,
you sit and wait,
wait until the shaking stops.
And when it does,
there's no satisfaction,
just a shiver,
and the worry of never knowing
when it'll happen again.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
Your skin itches
as it winds through,
slithering up like a snake uncoiling from sleep
eyes heavy and laden
finding the best path.
Soon every part of you starts to itch,
feeling the need to move,
the need to run,
but there's no way to go.
Constricted,
tight,
you feel bound to your skin,
Every part of you starts to shake
not being able to abandon the feeling,
you sit and wait,
wait until the shaking stops.
And when it does,
there's no satisfaction,
just a shiver,
and the worry of never knowing
when it'll happen again.
