- Methaphors for Addiction
old flames
linger like
the taste of onions
even after
my teeth are brushed
I sit and wonder the list is long
1st grade kiss under the cypress tree
fast forward to the same school
a boyfriend who brings beer
on a bicycle date in the woods
giant black snakes fall from towering trees
the forest creeps up to the road that we sit on
destroyed asphalt crumbles underneath our bare legs
he becomes my first true un-love
a soul tormented by demons
the list of his faults could go on
how many metaphors are there
for addiction anyway?






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April 11, 2009 at 1:44 pm
Danielle
“like the taste of onions/even after/my teeth are brushed”- ahh…. perfect way to describe it.
Nice work- has an epic feel, but so compact. Great!