it is 5AM again.

It is 5AM again.

Woke with a strange, yet oddly familiar feeling under my skin. Like creepy crawly or angsty ants crawling under my skin. Just deep enough that I can't scratch them out or pick at them - but not deep enough to harm my pearly white bones. I have never broken a bone.

This feeling has been ever-growing as days turn to weeks. This feeling pained with the growing fuzziness that is trapped at the back of the head. Sometimes it makes its way to the sides of my head in the deep hours of night. Crawled into a human ball, hugging myself so tightly I fear I may break a bone. No one is awake at those times,

I know how to stop the ants and dampen this fuzziness in my head (it never really goes away) - but the solutions to this are on the other side of the country. With no set date for seeing them soon, the ants grow, get faster - I fear soon they'll reach the surface.

by; Tori Sheehan