The ache, the sore feeling.
The pining, the yearning, all making me starve to my last breath,
releasing it from beaten-up lungs.
It takes a lot out of me, more than living vicariously has ever been.
Now I prowl in the dark, hoping I can hide,
protecting myself from jumping on the first unsuspecting victim I see.
Protecting them. And I would like a thank you,
keeping this lust I carry in my stomach, in my hands and feet.
It’s all a light atmosphere for them, the victims, the young whom
claim to be in the same growing state.
But they do not know the urge that passes through me, the heavy tension when I touch one’s skin; a stranger even, if you will.
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Author:
Christ(a) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 14th, 2022 13:46
- Category: Love
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Comments2
there's supposed to be a 'y' at the word "Hungry"
Oh girl I have felt that hunger to, it is a powerful one.. great write
It's nice to know that someone feels it too. When I wrote that I was desperate; afraid of the lack of self-control I had. It was not too long ago, too. sometimes I feel it, but it fades away. but sometimes, sometimes I'm too close to falling off that cliff.
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