Addictions Control Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Addictions Control



I wake to realize - I am subject to pain and withering eyes, a soul too tired to electric love, to exhist.

An addict in it’s own, whether pills, or drugs, cough syrup doses, alcohol, cocks, and countless lies. I catch in sight a windows moment of infinite before collapsing under the pressure of a shattering flying rock.

Sticks and stones, break my bones, turned to rubble and ash, smoking like a midnight cigarette glowing in the dark, the aroma so pure like fresh spring escapes my lungs so violently as I let out a hacking cough.

Burned my throat raw like the vomit my fingers force to entertain as I bore from life and misery. For now, I am IN control, I AM control.

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