Word of the Day Challenge #43-Untitled Poem

I have a tiny secret
one that I hold dear
for were others to notice
it would be my failure.
Temptation
cool ice clinks
smooth drink over the tongue
soft waning of the the pain
that follows me
hour after hour
day after day
week after week
year after………
No!
I shall not be this weak.
I shall not be this fallible.
I shall overcome
put to rest
excise these demons
that must be fed
with turmoil
with fear
with any substance
that will shut them up.
Nattering in my ear
grunting
running burr covered fingers
through hair
scratching my face
my back
tearing from me
screams
pain
one black bead at a time
a feast for many.
Set the smoky glass
burning smiles
where I can see it
where I can consume it
where I can strike it from the table.
my reality
my life
no longer will I dance
lead by demons of hate.
©July 19/19
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