A familiar rawness set in.

I didn’t expect to feel this open again.

I didn’t think it really meant as much as it did

until I knew it would never happen.

The urgency.

The need.

The hunger.

I’m left gaping.

Grasping at nothing.

My imagination jabbing accusatory fingers.

My escape and my prison are one.



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