Quieter. But the body remembers. Every place you touched keeps throbbing in the dark. Absence ripens. Thickens. A pulse with nowhere to go. A drip… just enough to make breath catch, to make skin lean toward the ghost of your hands… or the hit, or the heat. I pretend not to know which. Asking is nakedness. I’m not brave enough to be seen wanting this badly. So I ration. Call it restraint. Tell myself hunger is a thing I chose. Hold still while everything inside strains toward what it swears it doesn’t need. Then… breach. A surge like fire finding the only open vein. Seconds. Devastatingly sweet. After: collapse. Warmth retreats too fast. Silence where heat used to be. I circle the need the way a tongue keeps finding the broken tooth. Craving. Always craving. Addict. Lover. Hostage to the same opening. -UpsilonA
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Starvation mode is brutal on this diet. But the calorie deficit is doing wonders for this pen.
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