Jitters (Poem - scrap)

Anxious,
jumpy,
fidgetting,
nausia...
standing on the edge.,,
that moment before,
just before
the explosion of whatever it is that's been welling up inside me these past three days.

A void,
an empty shell,,
hollowed selfthat grows relentlessly.
restless
twitching
nervous stomach.
toes on knifepoint,
waiting for the leap to be made before the skin's torn by tip.

What is it?
scratching
seeping seething
and tearing
through the cracks.
Turn to look,,.
no one's there.
spin around
but the corner eye plays it's tricks 'cause no one's there for me to find.