Dissatisfied
Dissatisfaction pounds a tattoo against my bones
restless, my skin jumps away from touch
as though it might fly away
straining to be free of me
of what it holds
don't know quite what I want
or how possibly to please myself again
nothing cheers
nothing lifts
nothing penetrates through this fog of irrational malcontent
so my skin keeps buzzing
nerves jangled
unable to relax
or settle myself at all
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