February 10, 2012
By Anonymous

The taste of chemical residue,
altered to mimic the taste
of mints
fills my mouth and throat,
long after the rising pollution
has escaped my body.
And over time,
the sensation becomes familiar,
even comforting.
I often do not realize I am suffering
from addiction
until I am forced to endure
moments of recovery.

And so, I have begun to resent
those who are not addicts in this way,
for they will never understand
how good it can feel
to depend on
something that’s always trying to
kill you.

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