A Path of Destruction

I am hungry for closeness, emotional and physical.  I am hungry, but it’s OK.  This is a lean time, a time to fast.  I subsist on the breadcrumbs I pick here and there.

And here you show up with what appears like food.  It smells nice.  It looks nice.  It’s so close, I can feel the warmth and can’t resist taking a bite: it’s tasty.

But I know it’s poison.  And you know that, too.  How can you not?

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4 thoughts on “A Path of Destruction

      1. It has become apparent to me that perhaps I shouldn’t be commenting on posts at 3 a.m. it seems to be the equivalent of drunk blogging – I had to click back to reread your post and my stupid singular reply. Sorry 😕I quite liked your analogy.😊

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