Losing Myself

Swallowing the gulp of pain, reminds me about the side effects to addiction, the side effects my own mind created. A flame lights in my gut. Boiling with heat, my insides black like charcoal from a pit cooked to amuse the fluid opener. I’ve slowly become blistered and branded left without a beat just a hallow space. A space only used to wrap up comfort. Sometimes I wonder how I can still breathe since my respiratory system’s dead. I have to swallow again, and again until I find the right gulp, the gulp that will put me back together peacefully.