My Drug

A big mistake.

 

My drug.

My cotton throat tongue.

No candy after this cotton word -

No sugar dung.

This, the bitter.

This, the bitter before the plunge

Deep into the thin, clear ocean

To forget the gory grunge.

Before the float

Before the flying high,

The sigh.

This is me

The sensitive.

The pensive.

Non-repentive.

This is me I see

Now.

I followed the footsteps,

The bootstraps.

I followed them

To hell.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Wildecat]

We all have our things that get us high some use drugs others use music and other things. Well done.

[Jenna]

I dont know what to say to this I guess its just one of those things that leaves you hanging and makes you think.
As always a pleasure.