The Disturbance

Photo by Kleigh Balugo

By Citra Benazir

I think I need therapy.
It’s 4:18, Thursday morning. People are asleep.
I am awake.
Trying to distract myself with work when all I can think about is you. Oh, how I loathe you now. Yes, I love you.
I still do.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I do.
As much as I write
I hate you
As much as I say
I hate you
As much as I think
I hate you
I don’t.
You’re in my veins
You’re in my nerves
You’re in my breath
I am trembling with anxiety I am overcome with suffocation I am overwhelmed with
the moaning
the panting
the taste
of
you
our
late
nights
our
late
rides
our
late
sighs
the delicious sins, we have made
our pleasures my pleasure

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