Twitchy

I'm feeling oddly
Like I'm on a precipice and need to be talked down carefully
treated gingerly.

I'm swimming inside my skull

I'm being betrayed by my senses
random floating pains
inexplicable all
Here it's in my
chest
now it's in my
neck
then to my left
shoulder and
index finger
whoops, to the right
forarm

and now my throat.

I'm excitable and vibrating inside my skin, just under the layer
that shields my wet red insides from
the bright unfriendly outside.
Thrumthrum
pulse is steady
for once.

I feel disjointed and loud
clumsy.

When I move it sounds like the crashing of cymbols falling down the stairs,
the ground shakes and shudders with my steps
my arms flail and whack at the walls without permission.

I'm too big for my box.

I crave a lullabye, something soothing
sooth me
I'm overstimulated and dizzy
I need taupe and beige and silence and crickets
I need night and darkness and soft, velvety cool sheets.
Down comforters
deep rumbly voices
musky smells
and no prospects for tomorrow, no choices

I need a tranquilizer.