Stolen moments, from hands that blindly feel
around; for that well hidden stash of prescription
medication. Unfortunately, the humiliation of
addiction forces those who struggle, to constantly
live inside of the pitch shadows. Enslavement,
was about an authentic comparison, of confectionery
and various mediums. That relishes the opportunity,
to enhance an effortless atmosphere away from
personal torment. The volume consumed is very
inconsequential; to secure a genuine moment of
solace. One that leaves a mind to bounce from
one proverbial roller coaster to another; to seek
silence. Through the power of my third eye, I
envision an exchange. All of my pretty little pills
of various hues arranged on a pharmacy wall,
that only requires one pence per dispensation.
In exchange for moments that may reveal the
demise of your liver; nevertheless one will grant
oblivion in it’s highest form. Which one of these
childhood vessels holds your preference? If you do
not see your selection, perhaps a conversation with
the local apothecary, to conjure the presence of your
choice. Be careful, a penny may buy bliss but, what
happens when there are no more coins or patience?
What occurs to this gorgeous sculpture at that juncture?
Sculpture, Sweet Addiction
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