Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Beast

Sometimes the need inside is huge.

Sometimes the need is a hungry beast....... a demanding beast.

Sometimes it claws at my innards - tearing them to shreds.

Sometimes it wraps its claws around my throat and I cannot breath.

Sometimes it grasps my heart and squeezes it - till it feels as though it will burst.

And when it is done ravaging my body - it leaves me weak and helpless and afraid... curled into a little tight ball ..... crying.

Sometimes I wish I could kill the beast inside.

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