Formed into an addict

He sucked a bit of my soul from my shoulders and then a bit more from my neck. I shivered at every thrust and every pump of myself into him.

                I was formed into an addict after the orgasms ceased and I found reality again.

“Hey,” I whisper into the empty kitchen.

The sounds echo

And the waves vibrate my face.

I roll my neck, causing crackles to

Surge through my muscle strings.

I remember

And remember

And yearn

And remember.

I yawn, becoming annoyed with my own thoughts,

My own dreams.

Twisting my torso to relieve the stiffness.

Cringing my face.

Moaning strange, child-like sounds aloud

To the cat.

Patting my fat

Sitting

Down

Getting lost in false angst.

                Need to go to the library

 Want to go to the moon

Need to go to the bank

Want to leave the country soon

Need to wash my clothes

Want to make it June