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Clean Addiction
By: Caroline Standish
Clean Addiction
I'm on a downward spiral
and I need an intervention.
The addiction is getting worse
and the methadone no longer numbers the pain.
You can take your alcohol, your ecstasy, your cocaine,
my affliction is the purity that comes with iridescent
bubbles and a spring time scent. Scrub the invisible sin,
cleanse the tortured soul, wash away the maddening
thoughts and tears.
The foam covers the sink, puddles of orange gold litter the
tiled floor
the citrus scent overpowers me.
Triscolan is my antibacterial absinthe. The empty soap
bottles make a clang sound as they hit the bottom of the
trashcan one after another.
I want to take it intravenously and drown in it as it flows
through my blood, purifying
me inside and out. It's beautiful, clouds of floating bubbles
shimmer before my eyes,
water sloshed at my feet.
The cleanest habits make the deadliest addictions.
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