Users
poem
crumbled parchment
on the floor
words rejected
now once more
the roses you sent
long dead
soft red petals
hard faded
black
digital images
flip flop
fetid
old memories swiped
maker’s mark
burning
my soul
crisply cleanly disinfecting
reliable addiction
you know
i’ll crawl back
once again
uncorked and wide open
you await
promising
this will be good
even better
But—
there’s always that condition
the only demand
you ever make:
i need to listen
and do whatever you say
ah sweet rush inside my head
driving all reason away
why would i ever say no?
pour it on
no ice—
make it sear.
I really liked how this slowly reveals itself. At first it feels personal, almost like a relationship, but then it becomes something much larger, the quiet pull of addiction in whatever form it takes. The line “I need to listen and do whatever you say” gave me chills. It’s unsettling because it feels so familiar. Powerful writing. Thank you for sharing it.
https://pattismith.substack.com/p/the-acolyte?r=2u1ui2&utm_medium=ios. Here is something to listen to