addict

An attempt at poetry.




festered elation
seeps from my chest
onto my eager limbs
scorches decaying hope
in furrows and spikes
across my neglected skin

those smiles and flashes of warmth
i chase them
i covet them
i collect them

i won't do it again.


...i do it again

i save them up
a glowing hoarder
stacking them around me
in my callous bed

so i can fester
and feel
and decay

i drink it in like a man starved




i wont do it again.

















...i'll do it again tomorrow