Addict
In the alley of reason
alone and wandering amongst
the cracks, where
dirty images of whores and lowlifes
leave their scent and impressions
She inhales the exhale
of pursuit. There is no reason
to show love
to oneself and so she inhales again
a crispy kool smoker’s delight.
In the alley of reason
addiction is an ethereal mask,
where people gasp
and frown upon foul odors and musty
scents but never wonder why.
She inhales the exhale
of life, and feels the guilt again.
Smoking gun
is not the smoke, but the gun. Dislodge
truth to find the smoker undone.
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