Stay the fuck away from me! It’s so annoying that you creep onto my skin so easily and often lately. And I know it’s never surprising because you are running rampant all over my favorite places - the hiking trails! But, I just refuse to wear long pants. And I refuse to avoid all of the adorable dogs that pass by. So stop it! Stay off my skin.
Every time I notice one little bump, “Hmmmm. What is that?!” Instant fear and anxiety comes over me. I'll place one index finger on it, ever so gently, “yeah, that’s probably more.” Eyes dart back and forth, left to right, looking around to see if anyone notices I’ve got it - like it’s the plague or the herp. "Damnit! Not again," I lower my head in defeat.
I have to buy special soap to get rid of you. Wet the skin then scrub, scrub, scrub away, as many times a day! A little on my left forearm, a little on my right calf. “Okay, I did my due diligence for now.” I even had to put on band-aids on two of my fingers to keep your from crawling onto my man! Are you kidding me? Leave us alone.
And then at night. Oh at night, you are always so needy and obnoxious. “Touch me,” you whisper. “Just one scratch,” you say. “Come on. Do it. You know it’s going to feel so good. Such a relief. Just scratch me and get it over with. You know you want to dig those nails into me.”
And so I do. Every time.
Ahhhhhhhh!
And you know what? It doesn’t make you go away. Every time I touch you, you just spread to more places on my body. Your whispers get louder and your voice more alluring. And eventually, you seem to be everywhere I look. Shit.
Loathing you daily,
Natasha
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