the itch
she couldn’t breathe
here comes the itch again
she counted the ceiling tiles
one…two…three…thirteen
it wasn’t right
it wasn’t right and she
had to count the ceiling tiles
she couldn’t breathe
and the itch was burning
she counted the starch white
lines burned into the black plate
five…ten…twelve
it wasn’t enough
it wasn’t enough and she
had to find the bathroom
nothing white was pure
and her legs buckled
she couldn’t breathe
and it wasn’t enough
here comes the itch again
-karli
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