Under My Skin

every jagged breath you take
like nails on a chalkboard
a screeching echo
in the hollow madness
haunting me


invisible beetles
crawling under my skin
scratching like a meth head
tossing and turning
like a ship lost at sea
in a storm


internally screaming
pulling at my hair
fistfuls of uselessness
as if yanking on invisible reins
to pull me back into sanity
as if that were an actual location
not an haphazardly placed
figment of my imagination
just like everything else