Love Junkie

Nicholas Gagnier

FVR Publishing


All it takes
is a bad trip.

Spoonful of this,
syringe of that.

I’m grown
bored of this disease in
my veins, aches in
the liver,
broken-off bits of faith
at serotonin’s mercy,
breakfasts of

Waking up on riverbanks where
baptisms are offered only for
those who
can be saved, who aren’t covered
in the clothes of their loneliness and
terrified of vulnerability, despite
the fact it covers them
like bile.

God bless you,
hallucinating child
for none in this world have loved you like
you adore yourself, selfish enough to never
accept the helping hand, or
light a candle for the world’s

Lord protect you,
creature of the wild, all the universe’s
injustice in lost
mobility you
have felt,
but foreign substance
won’t fill that void.

Learning to love this
way will kill you, boy.

None of this is planned, but all of it’s
a choice,

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Author: Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor and writer for Sudden Denouement, Whisper and the Roar, and Blood Into Ink. Founder of One for Sorrow. Founding member of Indie Blu(e).

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