Heartless prick of the needle.
Which holds my weakness...
In the barrel.
You pushed it down like a plunger.
A sociopathic scar.
A piece of art I want to deface.
Something I wished was real but now resign to erase.
An addiction to you.
Words...like bubbles in the spoon.
The tone of your skin.
The smell of your day filling up the room.
I get used to it.
To numb myself & use a little more.