Addiction

My stomach rumbles

 

I moan...

 

Flop over and roll

out of bed

 

Vision

glazed and tearful

sleep smeared

over iris'

 

Veins

ache and

pulse

 

behind my

lids

 

I feel the

sickness

 

coming on.

 

Coughing up

phlegm

 

filth.

 

My insides

churn

 

chewing on

the remains

 

Nausea

 

Fatigue

 

My head

Spins

 

Spinning...

 

I snarl.

 

Breathe deep,

cough.

 

I know it

isn't pretty

 

Lieing in bed

hair wrapped

around

 

Pillows and

cigarrettes

 

I'm...killing myself

 

Slowly.

 

Author's Note

withdrawal.
its the worst thing that
has ever happened to me.

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

A pretty acurate description..
This could cover an array of
addictions, well done...Oh
and good luck :)

[Pax Analog]

Wrenching honesty. The entire issue of addiction is profound. Hard drugs at one end, incarnation itself at the other, all manner of accoutrements in between. ;-)

There was a very gritty black and white vampire film w/Christopher Walken and Lili Taylor made in '94 called The Addiction, by way of free-associating.

Your poem has the sparse authenticity of realist indie cinema. It seems whatever you write you have that knack. Keep workin' w/your eyes wide open.

[Norma M Sutton]

Nauseatingly realistic and well done.

[Cynthia]

That's amazing!

[Miss Coral]

Simple, but brutally written. Great conveyance of the need and the pain. Nice write.

[the-One-with-the-Darkne..]

Whoa! This shows so much emotion and physical pain. I like this

[Somewhere]

Wow, amazing. really well done.

[Aven]

Pain, it permeates your every word. You made me feel it too. Well done. :)

[Jonathan De Elvira]

Well told...
I'm still fighting it to this very day...
Not easy...
Glad tht u had made it..

[Robin]

my buddy says " it's easy to quit cigarettes , he's done it a million times"