Hives

My arm is so itchy, but everytime I scratch it the itch gets worse.

Bumps form all over my red bloched flesh.

Another place inflames, my hand moves to scratch.

Soon little bumps scream to be releaved.

To scratch these little hornets only causes them to rise in anger.

More, many more, bumps apear.

Now I understand why the name is what it is.

Just like a hive of angry bees my body has gathered against me.

My thoughts are consumed by the need to scratch.

My itchy body yells at me as it calms down under the soothing cream.

Next time I will be ready for those annoying Hives.