Crave

I crave for dark chocolates, the bitter taste traveling and diffusing all over my quiet mouth.

I crave for coffee, cup after cup after cup, until I forget how the first sip tastes.

I crave for a bag of chips, crunchy, salty, spicy, cheesy, devouring every flavor like how they devour me of every chemical.

I crave in distorted intensities and frequencies. Mom says they’re bad for me.