addicts lie

"boop boop beep beep boop bup bip beep" go the alerts and synaptic responses

too fast to process, too repetitive to want to

"spit that out, it's toxic" I warned

as he slurped up drama in great mouthfulls, as if she were kool-aid

he would slice open a vein and welcome drama directly if she asked him to

surreptitious texting continues beneath the table

eyes downcast, thumbs flying across the screen

"nothing good can come of this" I continue

but as with all addictions, compulsion reigns supreme.

caution and courtesy to the wind, as they say

tomorrow is another day

he'll quit her then.


◄ outside

I wonder ►


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Eiren Water

Sun 23rd Jun 2019 13:51

Thank you for the encouraging comments, almost like the faint whispers of the muse itself.

My feelings threaten to tumble out in words (my breadcrumbs, as they were, are, and shall be).
Naturally, when they are ready I will come back and sprinkle them here.

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Martin Elder

Mon 17th Jun 2019 09:32

'as he slurped up drama in great mouthfulls, as if she were kool-aid'

what a fabulous line in amongst a fabulous poem rounded of nicely with that final line.
Love it

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 16th Jun 2019 23:45

"Tomorrow is another day, he'll quit her then." How telling is that line. Love the subtext, very clever.

J. x

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Eiren Water

Sun 16th Jun 2019 23:39

Wow you make me blush.

Devon Brock

Sun 16th Jun 2019 23:26

Your words just rip!

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