Desire gnaws at me like hunger.
It's painful. Unavoidable. Persistent. Deadly.
It wrenches my stomach and pounds against my head.
It makes me dizzy. It makes me sick.
It's far beyond the mild craving I once felt; the one I could live without. This, however, is nothing like that. That craving was uncomfortable, but it would pass. All I had to do was wait the feeling out. But I waited out too many cravings and now I need it.
It's no longer uncomfortable but achingly necessary. I can feel the weakness and fatigue settling into my bones. Without you, I can only go on for so long before I start falling apart.
The twinge in my chest is all consuming, threatening my existence. It'll start there; the failure of my vital organs.
First my heart that broke will give out for good.
Then my voice that cried for you for too long.
Next my eyes, over dried, long run out of tears will fail me.
Last the hands that've been too far from yours for too long.
All that is left is a shattered, paper-mache skeleton, fragile and empty because you starved me out of myself.
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