Brazen and rough, coarse to touch, dry to feel and suffocating to breathe
Fighting to escape, yet clinging on to save, a lifeline, a prison to stay in
Lately, the restlessness
settling into a comfortably uncomfortable phase.
It sounds funny, even while thinking this particular thought.
Uncomfortable in my own skin.
It irks me, this skin that I wear and wear I do, so comfortable and snug
You couldn’t tell us apart, this cover and I, every day, and the night
Sleep, no, toss and turn, while sweating underneath
Icky, not okay with what is for a prisoner, sentenced for eternity into this skin, comfortable and snug
The skin keeps the heat in, the cold out. Uncomfortable under the collar
Scratching, collecting under the finger nails, disgust.
Leaving lines of red, like rays across the sky during sunset
Colours dance, the sweat breaks and there go the fireworks
The source of the end, where the darkness lurks