flesh crawl
literally
crawling out
of my skin anxious
restless snake
about to break
free and discard
slither or run
and i hate
feeling can't
sleep and i'm
replaying
rewinding
and all the while
coming up
to this impasse
hump
bump in the road
like everything else.
i can throw
down my pack
roll
up my sleeves
and heave myself
make it somehow or
bury myself alive
dirt in the lungs
the weight of it all
collapsing
snuffing and still
and still i've not
had enough eventually
rest arrives
interestinglyiawake
and it's left
me once, again.
by the skin
of my teeth.
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