Hockey Smile
I thought,
"What would your father do?"
And I tasted the result
Copper and Wintergreen.
Bruises and Broken Teeth.
And in its wake
I am left an addict.
Six meetings in and craving
my own blood,
wondering if always avoiding
someone or something
lets it keep the same
control.
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