The Itch Of Madness

The Itch Of Madness

It was as if the pain of remembering was not enough

moments replayed in full color

revisited in my sleep

my mind riddled with so many bullet holes

and yet the blood continued to coarse through my veins

taunting me as it traveled away from my pulsing heart

I began to claw at my skin in the night

The winter brought an ache to my bones

each step becoming a broken reminder

Trying to sink into the numbness of hunger

the emptiness echoing into the silence

Waiting to shrink...to disappear into a quiet place

but every sound was amplified, swallowed in noise

A cacophony of voices, each one fighting to be heard

I couldn't help but scratch the itch of madness

watching as my body was consumed in flames

trapped beneath burning flesh

as if the pain of remembering was not enough

Angela Minard 2013©