I can feel every wrinkle in the sheets. I know when a single hair touches me. the individual drops of a shower sting and burn no matter what the tempature.I can feel my own blood ebbing through. Out of nowhere a fire starts in a joint in a tendon. touching rubbing slapping still burning. I know there are transparent hiking ants with ice gripping shoes crawling one by one over my feet and running between invisible lightning rod joints. Where does it hurt ...thats the funniest joke I know. My skin screams for a pepto bismo protection.
It would be nice to have just a back ache. Remember the kindergarden bully game. " I see you wrote a letter..let me stamp it for you" followed by the unexpected hopping and foot holding. I remember thinking how intense it was. Next time you see me let me know if my skin is still there or is it just a remembered ghost after a forgotten body scalping.