maybe we'll go too far, we just don't care

a string tugged on my collar bone, pulling me towards the door. i listened for any noise, heard the hum of the dishwasher and opened my eyes wide as if i had just drank a venti. my shaky hands found my glasses and i slowly opened my door and listened for noise again. it was one of those urges, my midnight snack. couple steps down the hall, i grabbed for my vice. my chocolate, my potato chips, my licorice. the strings pulled up to prepare for the snack i had been craving from earlier that day. before when i couldn't feel your insults or misunderstanding. now it was dripping onto my skin, staining everything in sight. my eyes closed for the first time as i savored the sweet flavor. i wiped up the creation and the strings pulled everything down. my urge now replaced with the sting of salt and binging. i take my glasses off and lay down. i'll clean up in the morning.