Craving Control

But it would be so easy.
This clench in my chest would unwind.
The hot wet of my eyes would dry.
My pulse wouldn't race,
My follicles wouldn't freeze.

My mind wouldn't drop to glass,
Shattering on my bathroom floor,
In pieces of red and bloodied black,
Craving alleviation. Craving control.

My laugh wouldn't have to worry
About authenticity,
Nor would my smile.

My legs wouldn't shake.

My skin wouldn't scream.

I wouldn't have to worry anymore,
About falling from this pedestal,
And cracking my ribs.

I wouldn't have to worry anymore,
About the daily grind of teeth.

About the raging glass green disappointment.

About the future.

About the past.

It would be so easy.

It would all be
Over.