High
Feel the
Poison enter
Your bloodstream, pumping that
High; lifting you up, only to
Crash down
4/21/11
Form: cinquain
When I wrote this, I was watching a lady in a bingo hall smoking a cigarette. She was a few tables away from me on the smoking side of the hall, and I felt the craving hit me full force. It was odd, because it wasn't just a craving for a cigarette, it was a craving for every vice that I have had (or still have.). I felt the need to lose myself in something else, anything else, and that siren's call is hard to ignore and suppress.
So, I didn't. I decided to indulge in my re-found addiction: writing.
All in all, I think it might be better for me. Or, it will drive me completely batshit crazy, instead of the half-way there that I am already.
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