Tuesday, July 21, 2009

I'm Scratching This Itch and I Can't Stop

I woke up in the middle of the night, already raking my nails over the lump forming on the bump at the top of my foot that only Fred Flintstone and I could call an ankle bone. I kept scratching the little bite because I knew the second I stopped it would be agony. I scratched and I scratched, it was nearly euphoric. If I stopped, if I stop scratching, if I stop running my nails over this little bite, agony.

Eventually I had to stop.

And, then I laid there, awake. Itching. Thinking. Knowing that there was some sort of metaphor in here somewhere but I was too tired to grasp it.

I think I'll just keep scratching.

7 comments:

J said...

What am I supposed to say to that one? I can't just go around singing about how you have bugs, now. Damn you for being all insightful.

Drew said...

Speaking of scratching, I knew this guy in drug rehab who scratched a scab right off his arm, and he was HIV positive. Scary, huh?

Sarah said...

I don't know about metaphors, but I similarly woke up in the middle of the night with a terrible itch. It was on my hand. I scratched it. It felt sooooo good. As soon as I stopped it was like the flaming mushrooms of hell coming after me. Argh!

Mongoliangirl said...

I just got rid of a nasty scab on my ankle caused by middle of the night scratching of poison ivy. There is no metaphor. Just a crappy assed place on my ankle.

Dirty Pirate Hooker said...

This email makes me want to scratch all of my ninja mosquito bites. They ALL itch now. FUUUUUCK!

flutter said...

can you use calamine on a metaphor?

Hockey Girl said...

scratch n' sniff?