AN ADDICT IMPRISONED BY THE POSSIBILITY OF RELAPSE

By basq Lyon

I found myself craving feeling again. Remembering when

it flowed

through me

so effortlessly. When

stimulation

was my only priority.

When meaning was found

in the pen and life was lived through the ink.


I found myself speaking in past tense. Hoping. This sentence could end.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………........


I found myself searching-

Through old notebooks.

Savouring every word of destruction.

Reciting the poison.

It festered on my tongue

then

dripped

back onto the page where it first begun.


I found myself reliving-

the memory of when these words were birthed through hurt.


They were worth searching through scars to find.


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