I’m asking him to change his ways…

Sick to my stomach I reach for a bottle of water. My insides are so empty I can feel the icy refreshment in the deepest parts of my insides. “More!” my body screams and I answer. Chug, chug, gulp, gulp. I cannot consume the water fast enough. It tastes so good once it touches my dry, cracked lips.

Now I’m sweating. Sweating so profusely I appear to be a soaked sponge being squeezed. Water pools around me salty, disgusting, dirty. My breath is hot, my legs are tired as I press, press, press. I’ve gone 3 miles but I am still in the same place.

My breakfast of vitamins and a protein shake threaten to revisit me. I breathe through my nose and swallow to choke back the urge to let it go.  I just want to let it all go…