“Once I knew the flavor of you, I’d never be able to survive without it.”
It started small, this feeling deep in my soul. This persistence. A darkened calm before the wrath of a storm. I felt pulled in a thousand different directions, but I was grounded by something simmering. It was a gnawing ache, an insatiable desire. I wanted you in a way I’d never felt before and I knew if I couldn’t have just a small taste, I would fall into madness. But at the same time, once I knew the flavor of you, I’d never be able to survive without it.
And it was then I knew, this body is a tomb without you.
© Sarah Doughty