Itch

Itch

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell

You know,
it's like I'm covered
in scabbed-over cuts
that itch 
with every movement

Never comfortable
or willing to feel the air
of open spaces

I want to pick at them,
although I know
that I shouldn't

Your purposefully quiet presence
scratches the itch of my wounds

Thank you for that

© 2015 Emmy J.M. Powell


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Added on November 11, 2015
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Emmy J.M. Powell
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