addiction

Stay.
I need you to stay.
Please.
I know what I said.
I know what my doctor said.
When withdrawing from an opiate,
you do it slowly.
You breathe through it.
One slow inhale at a time.
And when you can't stay away from the drug,
they take it from you.
They make you go through the fever, the chills, the shakes.
They make you feel like you want to die.
I have so few vices in my life.
No secrets in my glass box.
Open book.
The author often pens a vague epilogue,
an obscure prologue,
or a dedication that no one else but
they would understand.
And if my book gets published and says,
please stay.
You'll know.
I don't know how to let go.
Not now.
Not just yet.
Possibly, not ever.






©2007 by Cher Ladd-Tushiah