Sickly sinking in my stomach,
something slimy, itchy, scratching,
stroking, strolling, slowly sliding,
slowly sinking,
sinking,
scratching,
shivers down my spine.
Sticky, scratchy, scrappy, stickly arms scrapping down,
across,
down,
shiny shivering slithering pulsing hairs standing on their ends
the sick sinking sunken feeling falling, calling to my brain
My eyes open wide
twisting, turning, itching, burning, cluthcing, clawing, screaming, falling,
the ground comes up to meet me.
Cold, clawing, clutching, ice drifts down my face.
tiny, shiny, spiney shivers shake me.
Hands groping, clutching, smashing, grabbing
spiky, spiny, crunchy,
claws and body and legs all crushed together,
pull and twist and fling and snap,
it scatters in the air,
another shiver slips through my body
Breath in and out and in and pant,
what in hell was that?
Eyes tracing, scrolling, crawling, squinting.
Not a thing stirs a muscle, not a dust mite moves an inch.
Itch, scratch, itch again.
Hmm. Back to bed.
