I know about her,
My stomach turns–
Sideways into a mixture of admiration and cravings,
I am hungry, fever and famine.
I want a hit of her bitter white powder,
but I can’t cut her,
A bleeding nose,
Bleeding ink…bleeding prose…
Blessings and woes…
My chance at addiction,
Lies with her,
I cannot wait for her to occur,
Simply because of today’s conviction,
Another day sober, tomorrow’s affliction.