Drawing Pins

 

Night

The night and the heat

It's here for me

Conspiring against me

 

Fans

I hear the fans

I feel the soft air blowing 

Trying to sooth me

 

But it won't

It will only awaken

The dread and the fear

That I'm Awaiting 

 

Awake

The climate calls

It awakens pain

The fear is real

The fear is Here!

 

Slow

But moving round

Crawling across my body

My hairs unwound

 

Spreading 

Covering me more

Taking hold

Tighter still

My body torn

 

Awake

So far from sleep

These drawing pins

Move beneath,so deep

 

Dig

So randomly 

My skin now crawls

But silently

 

Quick

My hands must shift

To stop the pain

Arms , legs , midriff

 

Sharp

The pain it comes

Arriving quick

It burns then - gone

 

Somewhere else now

Here's the pain

I scratch myself 

But all in vain

 

And now my legs

Burn inside out

This pain it spreads

It's real no doubt

 

I scratch myself

I feel relief

Under my nails 

I see skin breached

 

And now the blood 

From my big itch

Has began to trickle

It's cool and thick

 

And as it runs

Down my ripped legs

I watch it roll

Onto my bed

 

It takes away

The pain itself

To concentrate 

My mental health 

 

On this other pain

Thats arrived so quick

But more precise

A candles wick

 

And slowly now 

My pins withdraw

As I acclime 

To this new dawn

 

My sweat 

has turned itself on me

It's only job

To cool my body

 

And as I calm

From this painful shock

I lie and think 

Of this bad deal I got

 

How has this curse

Just taken hold?

How did it start?

How will it unfold?