Vice

First comes the burn;
painful but not too much
& welcomed. 

Then comes the high;
what the cravings are
made of. 

It is followed by a pang of remorse;
wondering if it
is really worth it. 

that doesn’t last long.

Next is the thrill of the hunt;
grasping at air,
searching for even a shred of hope. 

Despair ensues as it crashes in;
it feels like drowning,
all consuming.

Last is the downward spiral;
it all falls apart,
and you question every last bit of it… before the cycle starts anew.

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