Inner Itch

Felt like writing something happy…but that didn’t work out too well. Inspired by InMon.

 

It crawls. It slithers. Twitching and writhing, it digs deep into me. Nails cold as death tear at my insides. Fingers like spider’s legs prod and poke.

This inner itch that I can’t scratch. Madness. Insanity. Losing control.

Open up. See what’s inside.

Glorious fields of red spill. Dig through the soft dirt. Sift the gold and burrow. Find it. Deeper. Find the scratch. Need to find the itch. Deeper. Deeper.

Open up. See what’s inside.

Delicious. Heaven. Salty and sweet.

See…see what’s inside. Open. Open. Open up. See what’s inside. Inside.

About T.K.

I'm an LGBT writer, biological anthropology student, and an ardent aro(mantic).* *One who does not feel romantic attraction.
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One Response to Inner Itch

  1. evenstarwen says:

    Eek. Now I’ve got goosebumps. You’re very good at building tension and creating vivid imagery. This was really creepy!

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