The Blanket

This blanket it covers the parts of me
The details fade in the dark
However-They are still there
The memories itch under the wool
Reminding me
The struggle to escape the heat.
The unbearable itchy heat
It's unpleasant torment
I struggle in this tent to find that spot
It's almost in my reach and if I can just...
just...just.... just reach my nails so it would disappear.
Poof like Magic