Skin Soother
Anxiety hangs from the shaky hand
Anxiety hangs from the shaky hand
Where fingers struggle in static presence
And each picks the other for relevance
Is an incursion of the mind on the body
Comfort and pain in boredom everlasting
The animus drives through the confusion
With a flick for frantic thought patterns
A vigorous rub to calm the inner child
A scratch to dissuade the compulsions
Paralysis in soothing repetition ad infinitum
Brings a raw skin climax into relaxation
Which is enough to bleed, wince, and smile
While lamenting the habit, I continue it still
By: Trevor Kuether