Fidget

Your every breath
Your every move
My silent wish
To be removed

I hear you turn
And crack your neck
Oh I wish
It snapped instead

For you to be
An ease around
You must first
Be in the ground

Erratic fingers
Play their tricks
In my mind
They don’t exist

Panic roams
To then invade
Once you grind
Your teeth away

And then you sit
Like a child
Wearing the most
Heinous smile