You can't imagine
What this feels like.
A burning in my chest,
A visceral ache.
It's numbness in my fingers,
In my toes,
In my mind –
A mind that is always racing,
Running,
Scurrying,
Scrambling,
Trying to pick up the pieces.
Praying to fill the need,
The insatiable hunger buries me;
I'm trapped in filth and scratching at the walls
Begging just to get one taste
Dying just to get back to you.
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