Need

I'm nearing desperation.

Part of me craves this, this
intensity. Seeing just how long
I can balance on this edge before
I crack and force myself over.

The release will be all the sweeter.

Part of me hates it. I'm ravenous
for release. Driven nearly to the
point of madness by this hunger,
like a feral animal in heat.

The release cannot come soon enough.