The screen fills.

A knife to start a line
a place to tare the skin
to allow the thoughts to free
because the bulkiness
makes thinking stiff
and difficult to think it all out.

A hand per each side
pulling the skin
the thoughts
become little creatures
slicking their legs about
scurrying to get out
pulling the part wider
wider more.

They make their way
pushing the fingers to type
faster, fiercer they jump
harder they make you work
the thoughts they’re quick
they slip they die
a new one takes its place
again it repeats
till the screen fills
another critter creeps
delete delete delete.
You stitch the top of your head
till it’s time to try again.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina