I have heard of the horror stories Of those who were just trying to break free From those addictions That had drained their host for so long.
Never believing I could be one of those pale, hollow bodies Until it was 4 am, And a text from you Has yet to darken my home screen.
Tremors quaked through my limbs. Not even my pleading mind could stop The seismic waves created by The heart of a lonely soul.
I needed my fix.
My stomach cried as it demanded to be drained Even though its argument with Mind Had already left it very empty. It refused to be silent.
Anything to relieve the pain.
Mind is perhaps the loudest in this catastrophic event. Altered happy memories are shown as a movie marathon; The insults were merely commercial breaks. However, the toxicity and the fights were hidden behind the stage curtains.
A second of weakness is all it takes. As the phone’s dial tone ends, A sleepy “hello” flows out of your mouth And into my vein...