The Hunger
I can feel it.
It’s a trembling tension, yawning inside, a twitching itch, sighing to be scratched.
It’s almost more than I can handle.
Nibbling at my nerves like tiny teeth, eating away at my self control.
It awakens a hunger inside me, a need……..to feed.
It’s time to connect!
Time to beat feet down the street; I need to dive deep, into the heart of the neon night.
Out the door, down the stairs, I’m right on track.
Forget the car; I gotta feel my body movin’.
Gotta feel the sweat, just coolin’ my face in the sweet night air.
Gotta feel something besides this burnin’ in my soul.
My brain is watering.
Circuits flowin’ like a pavlovian rain forest.
It’s just up ahead.
Licking my lips with swift nervous strokes, I race on, my feet barely touchin’ the sidewalk, goosebumps rising from my skin in silent eruptions.
I see others in the night.
Small clustered groups huddled together, just outside the glare of the shop lights.
Frantic eyes, nervous gestures, these are my people!
The hungry ones, floatin’, circlin’, waitin’ to dart in again and again to tear off another chunk of some good times.
Their minds, racin’ through twisted mazes.
Their circuits, buzzin’ with the juice.
I feel at home with this dread tribe.
Umm, I can smell it!
Oh! I can almost feel it!
Slipping’ into my body, singing through my nerves and dancing’ in my brain.
As, I lunge forward to make my buy, completely focused on my upcoming high.
The only question they ask of me……
“Was that a double mocha?”
Please stop by Gifts by Sasha for the Holidays.
by David Spangenburg
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