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This.

This is my addiction.

This blueberry muffin mix of self-destruction.

This open-mouthed cancer in a can.

Spoon feed it to me.

I will suck it down with a pink straw.

I will lick my plate clean.

My skin consumes razor blades like mashed potatoes.

With gravy.

My pores gnash their teeth.

I sweat whiskey and wine.

I am the stench of death on heroin.

I construct and destruct.

Restruct?

Meltdown.

The witch locks me in the oven.

I am edible.

I am beautiful.

I am a skeleton dipped in flavored wax and humanity.

Eat me.

I pass the joint of despair around the circle.

Inhale.

I am a vision in black and indigo.

Snake eating snake.

Exhale.

I smell like a Stockholm street.

Cold and cold.

And hard.

And cold.

I am Paris in flames.

Molotov cocktails in my hair.

Cosmopolitan.

Sex on the Beach.

Crack cocaine.

I eat your pestilence out of the bird feeder.

That is your head.

Hello My Name Is.

A Mess.

Construct.

Destruct.

Restruct?

Meltdown.