a shot of novocain
the inhale of cigarette smoke
the rip of thin ivory skin
an the exhale of crimson.
need a little adrenaline, just a little.
who cares about who is present?
I need only me.
I’ll take just a nibble of sin
just a small bite.
I promise.
regret is coming
walking through the door
into my gluttonous, starving mouth
swallowed, leaving a THUMP
at the pit of my inner black hole,
my stomach.
always empty.
constant refilling
a gasoline tank
a rusty, chipped old truck
the limitless traveler
needing refilling
wanting it but not needing it.
an addiction. a habit.
Anita Wota is a 2010 GirlSpeak editor.
