little mother fuckers

franticly scratching
nails tear at old scabs
blood trickles and smears
but I cant stop
I try
god I try
but things unseen
tiny little fuckin things
they haunt me
I know their there
I fucking know it
I fucking feel it!!
I scratch and scratch
but no relief
jump in the shower
steel wool
bleach
I scrub
I scream from the pain
the smell of bleach and blood
turns my stomach
I cant stop
out of the shower
I pace
desperate
I tape socks on my hands
and I fucking rub and rub
god these little mother fuckers
I run to the cabinet
grab the spray
I cry from the pain
as I spray over open wounds
I think its working
I wait
there gone
heavy sigh of relief
I take off the blood soaked socks
I sit in my chair
and just cry