The Hunger Sentence

The crush [i.e. contracting, making small, downward spiralling] of a crush [obssession] in all its unhealthy glory.

...it is my hunger, it is my greed

for love from without that ignites my need

strung in fits to be fed

wrung in fists, screaming blue

every day, every second that i want you to bleed

over all of my breath, over all of my skin

into abysses of thought where i can't begin

to find gauzes to heal

the bullet holes of wanting you

in the particles of existing that seep within

as they cremate my desire and uphold the despair

of my wandering through corridors

knowing you're not there

as the clock corresponds with the dull thuds

of a heart screaming thunder and lightning to be loved

and i will die, i will die, die from this pain

for the tireless song that will not fall into a refrain

leaving me a living scream

moving senselessly through the mob

of the voices that have filled my head again...

Author's Note

Double connotation. It's a sentence; a long stream of words, and yet it speaks of a sentence to an existence of despair.

Reviews

[Michael X]

no less than wow, your words fill the readers mind with pure metaphorical imagery and creates a desperate scene of disire, entwining ther abyss, the passionate wording is beautiful natasha,
i love this piece, the way every word capitalized your particular emotion, the design is captivating,
poetically sensual, i could feel myself breathing in and out through your words, you have a
skillful way with wording, the romantical aspect is sweeping,
the meaning reflects an erotic yearning to be consumed by the passionate flame of a lover's
touch, blissfully delving, one can easily lose thoughts in your eloquent flavor, and tech style,