Acting on impulse,
reaching for my lifeline,
my nicotine.
How I crave it so.
I beg it to bite me,
harder and deeper than ever before.
to feel it breaking through my pale skin,
the warmth of blood rising though the gap.
To watch as it gathers at the surface then elegantly flows down the length of my arm.
waiting for the beats from my heart to increase in speed,
that feeling where everything seems to light and weightless.
How I just long to feel again.
I hunger for the crimson drops.
The sharp sting followed by the cool rush.
I will, because I have to.
I do because I have to.
I cry because I have to.
And I will do it again and again because I have to.

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2008