Interrupted

Sweat glistening down aquiline curves
sweet sour warm musk
hint of cinnamon
hint of vanilla
slashing raking crimson talons
groaning
writhing
intertwined
interlocked
surging motion
swaying
plummeting
throbbing
exploding.

Going cold turkey,
from anything I've found,
tobacco,
drugs,
drink,
sex.

The first six months are always hardest.

Cravings strongest.

Memories sharpest.

Dreams at their most vivid.





I really need to get laid.