There's a tickling
Down my arms
I do this without thinking
Most of the time, when I'm in bed
I get hot, even when it's winter
So I let my arms bare and free
In the middle of me being cocooned between sleepiness and high alert, I keep stroking
My fingers against my arms
Over and over
As I watch Youtube or listen to music...
I hardly sleep in silence.
I can't do it.
There's tickling on my arms
As I rub up and down, like I'm warming myself up
From something more sinister
Like I'm comforting myself
From something that didn't even hurt me yet.
My arms are slim and they tickle
And it makes me feel better
And I fall asleep with my arms clasped to my chest
Like a wet baby about to be born.