Substances

Injest; Inject; Smoke;
Snort; Swallow; Swig,
Up against nature’s
Every whim.
I delayed the inevitable
And hasted its return.
Chugging and burning
And feeding the beast
That lurks round the corner
Of every lost piece
Of my soul.

Such an ornery guest
To express
rudeness of delay.
Broken locks
Never permanent
Anyway.

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