Sunday, May 11, 2014

Itch

With horror, I realize it's crawling in me, en route from wrist to elbow, wiry legs scratching my bones, and my shoulder tenses, anticipating invasion, while my chest seizes and my gut hardens as if to fight it off, a futile exercise.


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10 comments:

  1. AtreyeeMay 12, 2014 at 3:33 AM

    Yikes!No!Am horrified at the mere thought!Do something-get it off!Loved the voice in here-totally authentic:-)

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    1. Tweed and TangoMay 12, 2014 at 3:40 AM

      I'm sorry you were horrified. Well, not really -- that was my intention. :) Thanks for commenting.

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  2. AnonymousMay 12, 2014 at 8:28 AM

    I traveled everywhere with your words, effective take!

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  3. UnknownMay 12, 2014 at 11:17 AM

    "wiry legs scratching my bones": Eeeeekkk!

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  4. kymmMay 13, 2014 at 2:29 AM

    Yeow, that 'crawling in me' grabs you and doesn't let go! I'm outta here!

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  5. AnonymousMay 13, 2014 at 4:16 AM

    Yikes!

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  6. Jen BrunettMay 13, 2014 at 7:03 AM

    total shudder!! nicely done!

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  7. psychochefMay 13, 2014 at 9:51 AM

    You did a great job evoking that sensation of itch.

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