Famine

An addiction,

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.

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