Flashback Friday Poetry: Sleepless Night

prickling
burning
itching
creeping up through your thigh
moving
rubbing
twitching
can’t seem to sleep tonight
tossing
turning
rolling
no comfort in your mind
burning
squinting
rubbing
the sunlight dries your eyes

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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