I eat people up and spit them back out again
I chew on their insides, their intestines filled with memories and pain
I churn the heartache and longing, digesting them all into my skin
Some people dream of ice cream, of chocolate and of crisps
I dream of something more tender
Of a hug
Of a kiss
Scenes replay in my head
The soft eyes, the curved smile
I feel the heat radiate from their body
And I envelope myself in it all night
Some people love midnight snacking
A bowl of Kellogs on the counter
I dream of someone by my bedside
A ghost that will never surrender
I love people like people love food
With a buoyancy that throws you up high
A taste left on the lips
A touch that digs deep inside my thighs
I watch the curvature of their spine
Their chest as it rises and falls
Their little glances held towards me
A desert that has been left out too long
People haunt my dreams
Like food haunts the anorexic
Each number weighing upon their mind
Like a heartbeat that never stops
I hear the echoes of their voices
The dullness of their tone
The lightness of their laughter
The conversations been and gone
Some people count calories
I count each minute I am gone
Some abstain from gluten
I yearn for a richness beyond this world
The desperation fills my blood
The voices never stop
Their presence never leaves me
A void inside my throat
A longing in my bones
A scream in the night
Please love me
Please hold me
Tell me I will be alright.
