• She craves it.
    Craves it so bad that it brings her to tears.
    The hunger sends shivers down her body.
    Makes hairs stand on end.

    She imagines what it would be like.
    Builds up a great fantasy in her mind.
    A play just for her.

    Wizards and handsome heroes.
    Villians so vile.
    And damsels so beautiful.

    A great battle ensues.
    Swords clash.
    Sometimes rain falls.
    A poetic epic indeed.

    To exist…
    Ah, yes.
    To exist within another persons’ touch.
    Feel their fingertips on her cheek.
    Their lips against hers.

    She imagined what it would be like.
    Imagined fireworks bursting inside of her.
    Smiles across her face.

    Just another lie.

    Her body crawled.
    Shaking and shivering.
    Disgusted by the vile remnants that was left on her skin.

    Distorted and reversed.
    It’s not what she thought.

    There were no fireworks.
    No epic battles.
    No wizards.
    And no handsome heroes.

    There was only emptiness.
    An emptiness that had consumed her completely.
    Crept through her body like a worm.
    Ate away at the innocence she had left.

    Dead on the inside.
    Clamoring to take the spotlight and to resume the play.

    She never imagined that this is how she felt.


    © April 3, 2011