Abstract: Itchy Skin
You ever itch to the point when you fantasize of taking a wire brush to your body,
because having no skin would be better scraping your nails up and down your arm and across your neck every ten seconds?
I have and I’m desperate for it to stop.
Stupid curse, begging for attention.
Reducing a man to a child.
Please go away.
I’ll give you what you need.
Take my wallet if you must.
Just leave me be.
This dry air is causing my skin to hate me.
