The hunger drives her in the arms of obsession
a last desperate way to try to escape
before she stumbles and falls
she sweeps away her own doubts
a strong dismay to realize the desires counterintuitive lust
a lingering longing that never sees its light
outside the repressed zone
a strange game of wanting to reach without being able to
a hurricane of desire that never reaches its goal
snow falls
white and beautiful it lays down as a sheet
before moderate heat fills the tears in its thaw
loss of the self
in pursuit of something
somewhere there the craving finds an end
and she sits in a corner and cries.