Blessed Addictions

i desire your hands
although they danced
on other’s thighs
and lies
that bind the wounds
that you secretly despise
i down the poison
that burns with each sip
although the tumbler
never reaches my lips
the hall of mirrors
is etched across my hand
for my life i drag
a line across the sand
for your sins are mine
and the lies are true
as i break the spell
releasing you
~

M.G. Iannucci 2020
Before I was born, I told myself a story. Over and over, I found people to scribble it with me. The lines and the needs, they never changed but now I refuse the fix to lessen the pain. I am awake as I place pen in other hand and go through withdrawl to a greener land. In this wilder stranger foreign place, to yearn leave is to learn stay, to hold my heart as it quakes and breaks.
~
Powerful healers begin within their greatest afflictions.

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