Cravings

Day 3,
White tubes with liquids
Coming in and coming out.
I stare into the ceiling
Where plaster plays with my eyes
Creating figurines of your face
Your hands,
Your eyes.

They pierce through me
Threatening lures,
Offering sustenance without substance
Inviting me to secret places,
Where we trade dignity for pleasure.

My body quivers at the thoughts,
Thin cotton covering my body
A steady note to remind me I'm alive,
And I need you.

Pale lips,
Sweat covering my brows,
Fingers twitch.
I romanticize our indiscretions,
Play fabricated scenes of a fancy future
When I know,
I know,
You will take my life to ruin.

But today, I don't know how to give  you up.

-Noemi E. Garcia Rigsby