Interdependence
I arise, heart poundingfluttering, deep breaths,
gulping for air.
Reality swallowed me whole
last night, as I rested
in the sandpaper hands
of addiction.
As the clock ticks,
slowly my countefeit slumber
begins to titrate
into restlessnes,
last night's pharmeceutical dessert
having lost it's flavor.
The morning's transient calm
fades as anxiety
overflows the coffee pot.
I measure out today's meals
counting not calories,
but milligrams. I dose myself
my breakfast.
Hot black coffee
with two cubes of analgesic sugar
and defogs my brain.
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