Rupture

The hunger strikes
When you least expect
It grabs you in ways
That you don’t forget
It reminds you of the things
You cannot have
It reminds you of a time
That left you sad
But you feed off of it
As much as you can
Squeeze your eyes shut
And pretend there’s this man
Giving you the pleasure
That you’ve never had
And you reach for the high
Because you need it bad
You float in the clouds
As your fingers roam
But as you glide down the hill
You find yourself alone

-VSN

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