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I confess my discontent
I was stifled
In restraints by suggestions and pretty things
The ones bought in the streets for a stroke of ego
The ones bought by the vulnerable and naive
I bought the bootleg covers of dreams
They left me empty and listless
With an ache in my chest
It reaches, cracking sternum
Calling out like an unmet fix
Crying out like an addiction
The empty digs down deep
Leaving pinhole scars that only I know exist
That only I know I keep
My sweet little drug
Saturating my blood stream
These chemicals will not rest
They flow and form malformed notions
That I need you
Still
That is my illness
Knowing how you will continue to slowly bury me
Even if unknowingly, even if unintentional
Because no one intentionally becomes addicted, do they?
Then I think, only an addict would keep coming back for the come down
So here I am, hooked
Chasing beasts and legends
Surviving on fantasies of fairy tales that lay captive in my mind
That play chess with my unrest and I am forever...
In check
Andreanna Escamilla
07/06/2020
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