Tingle

Ah, yes-
That tingle,
The searing beneath charred skin,
The itch to tear the wound,
Into a gaping hole.

The tingle to rip the scab,
Unheal the healing,
Let it bleed,
Free and untamed-
The blood wrapping around me,
Like satin strings,
Burning crimson on the glass.

If I dare to scratch it,
I might catch your shadow,

Among the ruins.