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One drop to get you hooked.
On what, you ask? An idea, a dream, a wish, maybe?
Doesn’t matter, you’re hooked.
Hooked on the feeling coursing through your body,
evenly, slowly
Tickling your nerves through the ion channels of your taste buds,
instantly, electrifyingly
Sending signals to the big lump of neurons in your head, saying: this, you need, this!
Distant, dormant parts in you shouting, screaming for you to stop,
Only to be answered with more want, more need, for it.
They romanticise it, this obsession that drives you out at night,
At night, when darkness lays mortal neurons to rest, you prowl, you stalk, you hunt,
Hunt for the one thing that will ease your want, your need,
If only for an hour,
if only for a drop,
if only, to get you hooked.