Girl called itch

i met her at her place
and under glass she stands
a silent scream from the black of her gaze
they told me to forget
she'd never leave the glass
she'd never say a word till her death

her humble nudity
still prowls inside of me
no sign of a lost smile on her lips
what secrets that she keeps
her eyes can see thru me
they only told me that she's called 'itch'