Monday, November 14, 2011

Stigmata Of Recent Bleeding

A spot.
Rub a little.
Just with the side of your hand.
Fingernails behind the curtain.
Waiting for their turn.
Rub a little.
Little pills of skin flake.
Sweet burn of sated itch.
But the wiggle smolders
Wee at first
Don’t touch
Can you see it?
The wiggle
The itch
The way your eyes lie
The way they whisper behind your drums
It’s a dance, a little nerve dance
Wiggle and dance
The way the endings do.
Ha.
They don’t see it
But you do.
You welcome the scratch
When the nails peek out.
Scratch
Scratch
Salty burn of sated itch.
But the sizzle smolders.
A prickle at first.
Don’t touch
Can you see it?
The prickle
The itch
The way your eyes cry
The way they fester with a socket rattle
It’s a rattle, a little nerve rattle
Prickle and rattle
The way the endings do.
Yes.
They don’t see it.
But you do.
You welcome the dig
The nails grind and pull
Grind
Dig
Red, fat flash of sated itch.
Lick your fingers
The way the wee ones do.

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1 comment:

  1. Sounds like my face right now. I just got a chemical peel.

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