Writing Utensils


You are the author of your own life.  You started writing in pencil, able to erase whatever you wanted. There were a couple of smudge marks left on the paper and the side of your hand. Sometimes you ripped the page when you tried to erase uncaringly. But as you got older, you wrote in pen. The ink still smeared, making it messy and unclear to read. There were stories you wish you could erase but you could only scribble them out. They aren’t legible anymore, but they are still there. They will always be there, indented in the page.

Addicts


biting down on chewing gum
can’t stop thinking about it

pick and twiddle at my thumb
can’t stop thinking about it

knuckles crack against the bricks
can’t stop thinking about it

count my scars, four, five, six
can’t stop thinking about it

digging out my fresh, red scabs
can’t stop thinking about it

time to take a few more dabs
can’t stop thinking about it

paranoid and ADHD
can’t stop thinking about it

scheduled to break at one, two, three
can’t stop thinking about it

smokey lungs and itchy throat
can’t stop thinking about it

my liver’s ready to explode
can’t stop thinking about it

IT’S ALWAYS ON MY MIND
I’LL NEVER STOP THINKING ABOUT IT