addiction. when that scent
picture
song
person
weather
anything
slips past your wall of security and gets to you
your head stops and focuses on all the memories of that dreaded thing
your hand starts to tremble with the loss of putting that thing to your mouth, or through your veins and blood
your brain starts to remember how much you love the smell of smoke, ashes, whiskey
the smell of self destruction
your whole body feels the tension
there's no coming back from it this time
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