Challenge
Write about imprisonment of any kind for a chance to be featured on the next episode of The Prosecast.
She's calling to me,
Demanding to be heard,
To be obeyed.
I cannot resist, even though I fool myself
time after time
believing that I can.
But that ends in heartbreak,
in deceit...
I never meant for this to happen,
never dreamed that I'd become obsessed.
But I can't help but love the rush,
to crave that sweet satisfaction.
I can't get it from anyone else.
No,
I'm addicted to her,
to that small pack of twenty
little cigarettes,
those little demons
that have imprisoned me...
I can't break the spell
and end the trance.
Excuse me while I step outside.
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