The emotional hardships of life are manifesting themselves on public parts of my body.
I don't help myself, clawing, scratching, squeezing....A self perpetuating problem bursting for the moment of orgasmic divorce.
Will they look, can I hide?
.....who would judge?! Yet I judge myself.
To touch deems pro-action, ignorance feels sloppy....limbless thrashing
Help is a hurdle, only a course fingernail away
