Wednesday, June 27, 2012


I watch them watch you
Their need, your need
You feeding off them
Like an addict
Needing to know
They need you,
And want you,
The tension crackling
Through the air
With a laugh
Or a toss of hair
Always painful
Always leaving
A puncture wound behind
A junkie’s needle
Always threatening
To deflate them
When you move on

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