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“Scratch Roulette”

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“Scratch Roulette”

A dry scratchy itch,

Transcends skeletal etiquette.

Just, can’t, get…


I think it’s like one of those situations when someone mentions something,

And then your imagination goes full tilt.

Like school emails sent home indicating a confirmed case of lice at school.

It starts small at first, but then you get the skeevy shivers, and scratch all over.

Even though you don’t have lice.

Or bedbugs, or fleas.

Just a phantom menace.


And only dispatched by the satisfaction of fingernails breaking skin.

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