The Hunger
The hunger gnawed at my belly, made my hands shake. That biting need to have something that was unobtainable, certainly in this situation, certainly in this body. It frustrated me, made me want to cry, made me want to scream and even at my lowest point made me want do shuffle off this mortal coil......yes the need was that great! I cursed my body because that of all things has hampered the fulfillment of my desperate need. I ached to have it, ached to feel it, ached to taste it. It...