My Painless Addiction (#Wattys2017)
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Last published Thu, Apr 6, 2017
The white and grey smoke curled itself into the air as he lit the paper beneath it. He had been clean, but now it just became a necessity.
Addiction and obsession to embodiments of nature were his companion.
The paper quivered in his hands as he took a deep breath. The mist entering his system and lungs, spreading through his mind, body and soul.
The pain was there but it had dulled. The pain of losing her wasn't as much as he had thought it would be when he let the vapour spread through his body.
The pain of not having this held more excruciation than her.
His body would repel the contents but he knew he needed more.
His desires knew no bounds. Or were they his desires at all?
But neither could he control it, nor could he take pleasure in it.
It was his curse.
And that if she was the boon to take it away was something he never knew he wanted.
It was her.
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