April 10, 2016: Addiction

You are the menthol cigarette
I once held between my fingers. 

You are the hours I use
as I lie awake at night. 

You are my morning ritual
I have come to fear without. 

You are the stain
on my carpet. 

You are the last shot
of bourbon that I let
burn my lungs. 

You are the kisses
I need to survive. 

Written by Amanda B Hansen
2016 April 10