Traces of Addiction


I wallow in the depravity you encase me in,
longing for your temporary emotional fix.
My body needs that sensual flood
that forces me back into bottomless debts.
Your physical consumption inadequately soothes,
filling me with rejected numbness
as you cover me in a blanket of blindness,
desperately trying to erase the tracks
degrading me naked.


--A.J. Huffman

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