Addiction
Hurt becomes not
An ache
Nor
Pain
Ultra marine
The colour of the ocean
Almost as vast
Soon the question
Will be raised
When you will be faced with
Sharp pointed chins
Rich aroma smelling noses
And
I
With huge scary eyes
Will reply
All over
All around
Inside
And
Out the blisters have gone
"pop"
and all that is to be seen is
yellow ochre
and crimson scars
Purple lines the worst parts
Your tummy
Eyes and heart
Being scared is the page
The writing
Small pink polka dots
Reality only a passing farce
-Jeanne Hendriks- 1998