Silky Bones

My body has never worked correctly

often a stranger in my own skin

jumpy, uncomfortable

so hard to explain

to people who aren't trapped by

faulty wiring.

Comfort hard to come by

caused by a sensory processing disorder

an awkward mouthful, but fitting

for the way it makes me feel.

Certain sensations, smells, experiences

my body can't handle

the urge to tear it all off

crawl out of myself

maybe I can get away from it

if all I am is bones.

.

The other side of it

good sensations

even better, heightened

by an error in programming.

Certain textures, bodily calm

silk, for one

like a warm shower, like a firm hug,

my fingers gliding on the fabric

safe from squirmy tingles

puts a spell on my senses

to keep them calm

caresses my body

feeling safe, feeling snug,

the comfort of not wanting to

crawl away

from the body that houses me

silk protecting

down to my bones.