Something is in my skin
I feel its pulse through the electric rod
up my back, like fingernails
like knives to the spine splitting bone finer than a single hair
the pinpricks are what get me...
my body runs on a morphine drip, no sleep
no slip from me to reality
a monstrosity, have I become nothing but
dry
lately the wires are all that even moves me
I sigh
radical voltage running high
flexing my shell and unleashing
a howl so cold you'd never guess it was me
