December 10, 2008
By Jessica Amack, Kennewick, WA

I felt the cold concrete underneath my feet.
The smell of stale alcohol, announcing your nightly defeat.
The scent of your disgusting denial.
Your addiction lingering in the room, the tears sting my cheeks but I just want to feel this for awhile.
I see your false smile, I know you can see through me, but you don’t realize your own transparency.
The secrets you keep are no more hidden than mine, exposed to me, and all around you.
You act as if you have control, but you’re lying to yourself if you think you do.
I watch as you are devoured by the demons you have brought in, it took awhile to realize I did the same, falling into sin.
I watched you make your decision to give in, but I’m going to find a way to escape the path I’m following you in.
Leading away from your footprints I will create my own path to walk in.

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