I feel like an addict. I whispered as I fell asleep by myself Waking up in shivers and zero responses to my pleading for help. I’m normal, I’m honest Sitting beside a two-week headache and a toilet of vomit Telling my Tylenol I’ll be back before dawn. Another broken statement soaking in promise. My mind’sContinue reading “Coffee Stains and Bloodstains: A Poem of Addiction and Love”