Addiction
He feels the roller coaster rush
eyes disappear into the back of his head
He indulges that evil feeling that grips him
that grips him like a pro pitcher grips his baseball
like a baby grips his bottle
like a soldier grips his rifle
The short ride is over
he wants that evil feeling again
he wants it to grip every fiber of his being
The short ride is over
he repeats the process as if it where routine and normal
as if he where brushing his teeth
as if he was embracing his mother with a hug
The process overtakes him he derails
the evil grip suffocates him he derails
the evil grip suffocates him
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