Addiction

Her New Addiction

Her new addiction is
A living thing;
It grows, wrapping snaking tendrils
Around her heart, around her brain,
Following the same old tracks
Of things she overcame,
It squeezes rationality out through her pores
It kills self-control, leaves it
Crushed and bleeding on the floor
Of her mind; here's another drug that
She can't leave behind
In the space labelled 'Out Of Bounds';
She's walking on the grass again,
Sleeping in needle-riddled haystacks,
But this new slug is pain,
It slides its way into her core,
Never ceasing to amaze;
A new discovery, holding fascination
Out before her,
Like a serpent tempting Eve;
She hasn't learnt to let things be;
Curiosity is friend turned into foe;
Emotions are traitors to her cause;
They won't let her go unscathed;
It's useless being brave if you have no strength
To fight, to overcome,
The addiction thinks it's won,
But living things all die
And if she doesn't let it breathe,
The whats the wherefores and the whys
Of it will leave, will shrivel up;
Slugs left out in the sun,
Yes, she'll be fine;
All she has to do is learn to cry.