Addiction
Inside me burns a flame, exhaled breath
slumps against my heart, falls drunk into my chest.
Miniature storms rage through my bloodstream
command wars with my senses, intoxicate my thoughts
as they waltz through my veins.
My weathered skin, aged beyond it's years, tinted
in places, Marked with the grin of the moon. Yellow,
like sand-dunes. My oval eyes, once pools of spring water
have suffocated beneath my layer of unrest, collapsed
in on themselves, hanging, leaning west.
A fraction of myself, I am distorted, un-happy and craving more.
Controlled by the hand that weakens me, my white dictator.
I feel the rush waltzing with my bloodcells, then collapse
in the settling of the storm. Like a beaten wife, I cannot leave,
I am controlled by the lust that grips me, my addiction and it's lure.
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