The itch.

There’s this tingling feeling at the surface of your skin, you try very hard not to think about it. But during the process of not think about it, you do.

The itch seems to grow, this little voice calling your fingers to scratch and tear at the cells of your skin.

“Dig in, Dig in..” 

The itch grows stronger and summons your hand to move involuntarily towards that itchy patch.

“Itchy, Itchy..”

The nails just scrape the skin gently, and then it turns into a mad rage.

You claw, you dig, you feel like you’re trying to excavate the old fossils of a dinosaur.

Then it stops, and all that is left is the pain that you feel after clawing at yourself.

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