Interchangeable

Interchangeable

Two feelings

One goal

Is it possible to know which one rings true,

And which one is playing games?

Desire creeps from my stomach,

Crawls up my throat,

Invades my brain.

Deep.

Dark.

Unrelenting.

I’m too far gone to differentiate,

Or am I just trying to convince myself that this

Deep

Dark

Unrelenting 

Cloud looming over me is just hunger,

Not desire,

The one trying to fool me into succumbing to its vicious ways.

The two words become one,

interchangeable,

As I let my foolishness win.

I let desire win.

As I numbly venture to find something to fill the holes I can’t permanently fix.