the taste of drugs and blood (poem, tw sh)

an addicting like sensation

of a blade against the skin

blood red rivers running as far as they can

all i can feel on my tongue is iron

raw and pure metal

never stopping, can’t quit

like a smoker and its cigarette

instead of ashes filling the air

it’s gushing crimson, everywhere

feels like drugs, can’t ever stop

can’t keep clean for a third of a month.