Twitch

Twitch Itch lurks deep in the face and in the throat, waiting for his moment to whisper "believe in me, pan." oh! you pixie-spewing bitch, you heroin that begs for my acceptance yet rules my compulsions. forcing, grimacing, tightening I can squeeze you out, I can take control of my receptors and crush you in a vice of self-control. but Twitch Itch, you wait in the silence, in the moments of calm, in the time that I take for myself, you demand attention. You stalk for focus and once you grab it, you Siren, once you grab it your scorpion-tail injects its opiate-addiction into whatever you convince me will make me feel right. that panacea is my remedy, but the high is short-lived. Twitch Itch, send me to heaven, only to cackle as you impale my frontal lobe with another dopamine-drenched trident of scrunched forehead, crinkled nose, and blinked eyes.