Escaping Rehab

I missed you.

My insides tight again from the absence of you…

Your….succulent juices as they used to run down the sides of my mouth, coating my chin and drying uncomfortably on my neck

Sticky substance, the reminder of your presence...

Adhesiveness on my fingertips; leaving the residue on my keyboard.

& I am not ashamed of your smell; 

 Seems insanity is on the brink of me…

I mean; I wish I could sneeze and every emotion, thought & concern would splatter sporadically on these lines. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the effort to twist my wrist, fingers wrapped tightly around my pen as it spits pure ink right here….in this notebook I display as my heart; but sometimes on some days…everything gets jumbled and my words get flipped around….& around flipped get words my….dreams sometimes get confused for actuality and my; I mean, your reality plays as only scenes of slumber I insist I imagined but really desired to be real.

Oh but I missed you…

My groin flutters at the thought of you the anticipation of having you here with me again.

The…sensation of your cold, hard skin pinched gently in my fingers as I guide your head to form the words wedged in the silence of my heart beats.

My gluttony had gotten the best of me.

My abdomen so full; I took empty bites of your flesh, chewed slowly, swallowing and later vomiting all I had consumed.

I doubted you…took you for granted and abandoned you.

& this…I N K   runs so thick in my veins.

I missed you…

I almost feel alive again.