addictions are all equal: four corners & nowhere to go


the moon used to wake her, stir her into words,
into other worlds, for a brief hallowed glimpse.

ever since the crisis she’s begun to lose memories,
moments, milestones sucked away under the bridge;

the eclectic shock seeping into the ridges of her mind,
numbing loves, surviving madness, stealing time.

she’s just a breath away from the mine, the ledge, the
lightning cell, the need to fall hard & fast down the well.


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