Skin

Itchy skin,

Painful scratches

Single hairs sensitive to every movement.

Frustrated screams that shout nothing but silence,

And scratch me. Go on, you’ll feel better.

-       I’ll go.

 Itchy skin

Freckles pulsating,

Sound echoing from every touch.

Acute dips in temperature that only I can feel,

Goading me to pick. Go on, you’ll feel better.

-       I’ll go.

Skin itching

Teeth clenching

Moisture leaves my mouth

And the urge bubbles through my brain:

Go on. You’ll feel better.

-       I’ll go.

But you don’t do you!

You’re the only one who never leaves, never lets me go;

Never walk, run or swim alone

Without your breath on my neck

Whispering: Go on, you’ll feel better.