grief, to me
feels like a million
tiny bugs
crawling all over my skin
uncomfortable
itchy
not a state i wanna
stay in very long
but,
grief also
ties my hands behind my back
i can’t rid myself
of the crawling critters
traveling my skin
no matter where i go
no matter how much i try to
ignore it
they’re still there
it hurts
it tickles
it stings
i can’t escape it