Crustacean

It scrapes my skin

poking, in sharp, abrupt blinks
wincing pain
moves me, jerks me
to a rythm
crawling in needle-like pinchers
crab claw clinging
on soft skin
as I swing my arms
to shake it off
the music burns cigarette spots
on my arms, my neck
the soft spot behind my ears
scarless wounds that hurt
all the same
till I burn in a heap
of your moving lights.