the compulsions
ease anxieties until
my mind finds the
next obsession
relapserepeatregret

i burrow deep
a sea worm forming
complex tubes deep
beneath the silt
content to remain
submerged except
for moments of
necessaryconsumption

drawn from the dark
by beacons of passion
swept along the currents
until the battering
against razor coral
causes me to slink back
seeking solitary refinement

finishing a novel
creates a yawning chasm
the place i poured all
theemotionaloverload
nothing but fragmented
figments fading fast
so i learned to find
the next story to
begin researching in
order to remain tangible

shedding scales seeking
some sort of serenity
in cyclistic insanity
transitioningconstantly
between imaginary scenes
because reality was never
quite congruent enough
to satiate my sundered soul