Bethany Macias

grief, to me
feels like a million
tiny bugs
crawling all over my skin

not a state i wanna
stay in very long

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