I am not an inspiration
or counselor
and
I dont have it in me yet...
to talk
an addicted stranger back to life...

I dont have the energy,
nor do I have the know-how
to convince her to love herself
enough
to conquer
the beast
that is devouring her from
the inside out...
...and from all current indications
will surely be her demise...

I am winning...
but
this **** is so hard... and
my own **** is too fresh... and
I clearly peep the addict's
inadvertent and purposeful
"I can quit whenever I want to" self-delusion
with a detached ear...
as she scours the beer shelf for that with zero alcohol...
because her beast
has a
monkey
on it's back...

she must find her own light