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Freckles (Tanka)

Enriching the late evening
Flashes of ginger
Gazing into the evening
All I see are your freckles


The Itch


Have you ever had an itch you just couldn’t scratch? No matter how much it prickles your skin, you can’t get your fingernails in the right place. You rub and grind, writhe and wriggle, but the damn thing won’t let up. You ask for help but the other person’s nails just drag at your jumper, their best attentions no more than a temporary respite. This is were the madness sets in. You wish yourself a tiger, so to sink your teeth into it, a hawk, your talons to shred. After a while, the itch becomes a distraction, then an annoyance, then worse. You obsess over it. The itch is the last thing you think about before sleeping and the first thing you notice when you wake. In fact, you might argue, your itch becomes such a physical part of your life that you can’t remember living without it.

I called my itch Klara. She’s under my skin still.

Under My Skin

Like the north wind in winter,

She chilled as she killed.

Like a summer deluge

Driven into naked flesh,

The heat precluding all but

Necessary attire,

She saturated my soul.

Like an unexpected heatwave

When wool was what you’d worn,

She sweated from every pore.

Whatever the conditions,

Whenever she fancied,

She got right under my skin,

And I loved it.

50 Word Stories: Under The Skin

Pulsing against the flow, you dam all thoughts and feelings, my blood churning at the crimson barrage. A second person striving to emerge, the Jekyll to my Hyde, you scrape and claw, push and prick, strive to leave. I feel you under the skin. Worse, I fear I always will.