It's genetic
addiction they say.
It's a gene
that you pass down
like a too big shirt.
And it is too big.
the shirt and the addiction
they both swallow you up
your mom suggests you save one for bedtime
you decide it works for both.
And it does work for both.
the shirt is comfy
the dark is a good cover
you wear the one while you do the other
you feel at peace.
And it is peaceful.
the hum on the fridge is the background noise
your headphones broke today
frogs croak and crickets chirp outside
you feel in control.
And you do have it under control.
you don't worry that you need more each time
that you think about it while the sun is up
that you try doing it in the morning
that the shirt is getting bigger
And it is getting bigger.
both of them
you have them on every night
you can barely find your way out of one
let alone the other.
And you can't find the way out of one.
the one you won't say
you will think it all day
you won't say it
you won't say anything
And you never say anything.
What could you say?
When would be a good time?
Could they understand?
Who would you tell?
And you tell no one.
it eats at you
you can see the bites it has taken out of you
the holes in you and your shirt
the shirt you think they'll bury you in
And they do bury you in it.
you don't know that
because you're gone now
you buried yourself in the addiction
and they bury you in the shirt.
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 3:05 PM UTC
It's genetic
addiction they say.
It's a gene
that you pass down
like a too big shirt.
And it is too big.
the shirt and the addiction
they both swallow you up
your mom suggests you save one for bedtime
you decide it works for both.
And it does work for both.
the shirt is comfy
the dark is a good cover
you wear the one while you do the other
you feel at peace.
And it is peaceful.
the hum on the fridge is the background noise
your headphones broke today
frogs croak and crickets chirp outside
you feel in control.
And you do have it under control.
you don't worry that you need more each time
that you think about it while the sun is up
that you try doing it in the morning
that the shirt is getting bigger
And it is getting bigger.
both of them
you have them on every night
you can barely find your way out of one
let alone the other.
And you can't find the way out of one.
the one you won't say
you will think it all day
you won't say it
you won't say anything
And you never say anything.
What could you say?
When would be a good time?
Could they understand?
Who would you tell?
And you tell no one.
it eats at you
you can see the bites it has taken out of you
the holes in you and your shirt
the shirt you think they'll bury you in
And they do bury you in it.
you don't know that
because you're gone now
you buried yourself in the addiction
and they bury you in the shirt.