Smoke

Darkness warmer than chocolate

smoother than jersey on a sheet

tingling, spicy, tantalizing

Like a puff of cinnamon mixed with nutmeg

smelling so good one disregards how it burns to the touch

up into your brain the smoke, that is darkness, rises

Coiling around your spine

like the predator it is

embracing all of your being

No place is safe

not the head

that was the first to fall

Not the body

it is unruly like a spoiled child

not the emotions

They have been dulled

one only knows the sweet aroma of deception

the false security of manipulation

The illusion of control

the mask of addiction

Yes that is darkness

revealed, always true in its form

It's hold is as strong

As one's weakness is for the lie that compels that soul to keep breathing it in....

-Souljourner