Addiction

Skeletons hang from family trees Swinging in closets we don't see Attention drawn to rattling bones As memories dance and gremlins groan Scratching an itch of dark pretend Beckoning demons echo within The thread of life, a toxic pin To sew on garments made of skin On dusty saddles or plain bareback Monkeys ride a bloody track Whip and spur a savage attack In weakened moments as will power slacks With reddened face, a chemical air Rushes the body and tickles the hair The stomach knots, the brain impaired Demonic angels arrive to share In numbing sleep at gallop pace The mouth is dry from just a taste A stuporous madness in mindless haste While skeletons laugh right in your face ! An original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner