solitaire
"there is nothing to writing. all you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."
—Ernest Hemmingway
Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #39: Write a piece of poetry or prose about addiction. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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round and round
a gentle ache of mind.
throbbing, pulsing (unbearably) in tandem with every breath until-
an irresistible pang of mind.
finished this time, done this time, over THIS TIME but it's not really and you know it but you can't stop it and you keep on limping back and you're gaspingforairhelpstop
no air...
smoke curling upwards, a dragon's tongue, from cracked lips
rushed kisses and the tilt of skin, shut eyes, cries
youcantstop
you cant stop
CANT STOP.