drag me along
reach into my throat
plunging poison
reap my deeds and watch them boil
eat myself alive
just trying to get rid of it
a parasite you've planted
an itch that attacks, it's rancid
keep me thirsty
wanting more
a concubine, desperate and poor
build me up, a temple
just to watch it fall and crumble
laugh at my lethargy
but keep sucking my energy
a needle like a straw
bubble and boil
a fruit that coils
and spins
black and goopy
a trap, it's loopy
but the feeling is too nice
you'll soon put me on ice
but I'm too in love with the cold
to see that I should rather grow old
than succumb to the feed
the painful itching need
to burn
A spontaneous thought.
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Belle
I host unofficial challenges and enjoy writing microfiction and poetry.
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Comments (4)
Love the tone of this one! You captured the feeling very well.
Well-wrought! The Dark Side of the Spoon. Seen too many fall in those shadows, but seen many more fight their way out and become the light! Never give up hope! Drowning in the bottle was my thing once upon a time, but I found my way to shore. Life is hard. I can't begrudge those who turn to an easily accessible pleasure when all we are shown is pain. But the way out is through! Many blessings and much love!
Oooo, I loved how intense this was. Really well done!
You captured the mood perfectly with this...it was all kinds of sad, euphoric, painful and just matched the internal struggle that I'm sure many many many addicts, even outside of just drug addicts, would relate to. I definitely did! Well done, Belle!