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Slow confessions

10/1/2016

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You drip slow confessions
Like the last bit at the bottom of a jar of molasses
Thick
Dark
Sweet
My instinct is to lick them as they leave the lip
Before they hit the bowl
Deprive the batter of one drop


But one drop
Leads to another
My chin becomes sticky
In my greed
Lapping up the syrupy flow
Like it will never start again
Can never be replenished
Like this is the last chance to try


Because it is
The last chance
Not mine
But yours
A last ditch effort
To make me want more
Before I smash the bottle
Stomp on the shrapnel
And slam the door behind me


I will not taste this again
Because I know it's been laced
With something that will kill me
Slowly
But not softly
And I haven't been building immunity
No antidote stocked to save me


And so I cry
For this thing I want
And cannot have
A craving
A missing
A lack


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