Today I had a taste of poison, not much, but the smallest amount
Small enough to go undetected, large enough to cause problems
From what started as a normal day, to ******* on my bleach laced hands from doing the laundry, taking a sip from mom's glass when she isn't looking
Not enough to do damage, but to feel the acid burn on my tongue
An addiction I would grow to admire, a habit I would grow to despise
A never-ending loop of joy and disappointment, struggle, and celebration
This is my poison, never being sure if I should stay or go, not knowing if I should let go or hold on tighter
An open bottle of bleach threatening to tip over at any moment.
To spill its contents on the unmarked, and make them damaged.
useful to everyone
used by everyone
not a necessity
and certainly not a desire