Ouchie

It started out as a blissful walk, but turned to pain real fast.
My skin burned and cried for relief, nails going in with hopes for the best.
There was nothing I could do to ease the pain and scratching only made it worse.
All that did was intensify what I felt, like I was one my way to a hearse.

I scratched and ripped my legs through my jeans, tears welling up in my eyes.
If I hadn’t known any better I would’ve thought it was acid being dumped on my thighs.
But it was the cold weather and stretchy material of my jeans who were the real culprits.
Each time I tried to move and walk, they were there to remind me of the consequences.

Making the ten minute limp to my home, I was nearly in tears.
Time seemed to stretch and narrow, making the walk feel like years.
Skin was red and hot to the touch; I couldn’t help but cry.
Is life trying to take me down? That’s the only explanation as to why.

I need something to blame; I don’t really know what it is.
I guess I’ll just go ahead and say it’s contact dermatitis.