As the ink slowly drips
Conjuring its spell
I give myself over
To the desires that dwell

I watch the words forming
In a vapory haze
Leaving me sickened
Weary and dazed

Stretching the bounds
Of my disjointed affliction
I write through hell
For this is my addiction

Lured once again
By this mysterious fate
These are moments
I live to hate

© 2019 Michelle Cook