On Addictions:

The ache is impossibly, frustratingly familiar The pattern is only visible in hindsight I’m told with more therapy I’ll see it sooner Next time Must I do this all over again? Maybe like The slow burn of a cigarette The sip of whiskey The clock reading 0228 Him I know this is bad for me But the taste on my lips The warmth that fills me from my toes to the tip of my nose Overrides survival instincts…