Goodbyes to Illicit Drugs

We bartered my adoration

for your approval

and you called it magic.

It catapulted my life

into the deepest,

darkest downward spiral.

And now

I drive by our house-

your house…

blinds drawn in your cave,

just how I found you

and how I will leave you.

Your darkness

ceases to find a home in me.

I am no longer your host,

sucking my soul dry

with every sacrifice

that could never be enough.

Though I am altered,

shavings still scattered

from the carvings you created out of me,

rotting pomegranates strewn across the floor,

I am discovering new parts

of myself growing in the decomposition.