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

[vincentbals]

Amazing flow, great write. You're doing good with your writing. Keep up the awesome work!

[alan peter kelly]

i have done many a cold turkey in my youth...you are a gem....the honesty here is so so admirable...to expose such truths to all is very brave...i know this poem...i have been there...x