Waiting For The Days To Pass

Jun 27th, 2016 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

You’re my obsession. My addiction. I lay on my sheetless mattress under the black light–posters glowing. I’m chain smoking. Looking at old photos of us. Happy moments frozen in time; hugging, kissing, making faces. Going through my withdrawals. I wipe my nose. The music dwindles. I drift in and out sleep. Dreaming of babies. The one that’s decaying from our past mistakes, and your new plump one that’s not mine. I’m awake, and I’m breathing. Rapidly. I’m covered in cold sweat. Yet, this won’t stop me…when you call, and you will, I’ll come…because I need my fix.

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