Like a drug

She writes to stop the cravings.
An itch she can’t find to scratch-
It’s a tugging on her heartstrings.
The voices inside her head
screaming-
She has been quiet for too long!
The slithering snakes in her abdomen
demand her thoughts be written.
Crawling up along her ribcage,
They coil around her lungs.
Angry fangs slash at her insides
until their venom leaks
from out her veins
and through her pen.