The sting it stays and hurts and burns. Heart is thumping intentions are cursed.

Innocence lost in mindful bliss. Winking at sin with tempting kiss.

Upon my lips the bitterness teases. Should be bothersome but only pleases.

Blood is rushing hot and bothered. This feelings exactly what iv wanted.

Teeth and skin they sweat and chatter. Pulses of pleasure please and rattle.  

My minds escape just beginning to get started. Tongue is tight from craving water.

Saying no should have been easier this time. But being caught in the moment continues inhaling of lines.

Flick, breathe in, exhale, watch smoke. This addiction is familiar the most. The combinations of mixed substances are making me choke.

Feelings heightened and free are only temporary. Coming down has been to realistic and scary.

Shaking and sore until your trapped in your head. Unable to sleep or gain peace in your bed.

Caught being dead and awake in one body. This has been the downfall of preferring to stay faulty.

And for the first time in a while it showed me with surprise. Being sober was a high of my most preferred kind.


Emily A. Grande