addicted

addicted

she speaks rapidly
this waterfall woman
words spew out of her
caffeine generated

drug – alcohol induced?

it matters not the reason
the words flow
from her macro-micro moods
pronunciations abound
emotions strained…pureed

furniture needs dusting
musty smells mingle with others
I will not name them
read my lips
fed up I watched

if they were goose down
covered in blood
I would be no less sick
but watch I must
this scribbler of verse

lost in the nectar of her words
her life incomplete
hands trembling to rush to the end
feeding only on the filaments of need
she writes another verse