Check

~ Check ~ I confess my discontent I was stifled In restraints by suggestions and pretty things The ones bought in the streets for a stroke of ego The ones bought by the vulnerable and naive I bought the bootleg covers of dreams They left me empty and listless With an ache in my chest It reaches, cracking sternum Calling out like an unmet fix Crying out like an addiction The empty digs down deep Leaving pinhole scars that only I know exist That only I know I keep My sweet little drug Saturating my blood stream These chemicals will not rest They flow and form malformed notions That I need you Still That is my illness Knowing how you will continue to slowly bury me Even if unknowingly, even if unintentional Because no one intentionally becomes addicted, do they? Then I think, only an addict would keep coming back for the come down So here I am, hooked Chasing beasts and legends Surviving on fantasies of fairy tales that lay captive in my mind That play chess with my unrest and I am forever... In check Andreanna Escamilla 07/06/2020