Beyond the Trap

There’s a distant desire pulsating inside of me,

roaring with urgency.

What was forgotten has awoken, a hunger for the intimate things.

I fed it once, and it won’t stop groaning, for the small morsel.

It was enough of a reminder of the kind of feast it used to have.

I ignore its sorrowful, desperate screams. I look back, and

there it is, gloomingly staring back at me. I speak words of His Word.

It goes back till the hunger comes back again...

Shot by: Carey Bradshaw

Hairstylist:  Misa McGregor

MUA: Lauren Abraham

Romans 7:25