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ADDICTION/FRAGMENT

Need

You are mine and I am yours. I will be yours. Be mine. I need to know you physically, to have your bones as a leanpost for my own, to cage my cage. I can be anything you need me to be as long as you'll stay you'll stay you'll stay.

What will I do without you? I am half of a whole, I fill me with you, my half-body; you fill my loose clothes and make them fit me. I cannot exist in this world with the creases of singularity, the telltale bagginess of the lonely. Pad me out, make me one.

Alcoholic

I lie in bed, I lie, I am a liar, am I a liar? I am lying in state, trying not to breathe too loud, trying not to wake him. Can't he hear the blood screaming in my head? If I lie still enough, will he never wake? I lie stone still, dead dead still. He moves. He hasn't woken, only stirred. He rolls over, dribbles. His eyes are half-open, his eyes are all whites, the whites are red. He looks dead. Death. Death in my bed, putting the fear of death in me

Words

One word two words ten twenty fifty fiftythousand million billion...words are overtaking me, filling my brain and spilling into my hands and out of my fingers. Words that cannot quite match the mind. Why do they need to escape? Why me, why now? The paper beckons, the pen, the keyboard. Words are not enough, but they are the only things that frame the life in here. They must not stop. They are all that I have.

© 1996 - Tracy Forbes