Here is what I came up with! Enjoy!
The Need is clawing to get out. It is banging on the door of my mind. Knock. Knock. Knock. Only I could hear its maniacal laughter. It was getting bold. It knew if I gave it even an inch, it would be free to wreak havoc. Knock. Knock. Knock.
The Need is like an oily residue stuck on the skin that won’t wash off, except it is on the inside, underneath the skin, like a pulsating wrongness. I stare at the skin of my arm, and I can see the tap, tap, tap beneath. It is close.
Copyright, Nettagyrl, 2009
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