Addiction is not outside me. It is me a twin born in the marrow, a ghost chewing my veins like rosary beads. It doesn't chase me. It waits inside every silence, curled behind every heartbeat, patient when I'm winning, laughing when I'm weak. It knows my voice better than my prayers. It doesn't need the door open it is the door. And every day I walk past it, pretending I'm free, it sharpens the knives and smiles. Not hunting. Not chasing. Just waiting for the moment, I breathe wrong and call it home again.
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Addiction is not outside me.
It is me
a twin born in the marrow,
a ghost chewing my veins like rosary beads.
It doesn't chase me.
It waits inside every silence,
curled behind every heartbeat,
patient when I'm winning,
laughing when I'm weak.
It knows my voice better than my prayers.
It doesn't need the door open
it is the door.
And every day I walk past it,
pretending I'm free,
it sharpens the knives and smiles.
Not hunting.
Not chasing.
Just waiting for the moment, I breathe wrong
and call it home again.
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