Addiction

[pixxie]

Addiction

It prevents you from knowing
when to eat. Your stomach knows
no hunger, but your skin
is pulled tightly over bones
that shouldn't be visible. Your hair
has lost it's luster--dimly
framing your sallow face.
You don't notice that
it's eating you alive. Your hunger
for a quick fix instead
of a ham sandwich. A habit
your fragile body can't afford.
Your hollow sunken eyes remind me
of the rabbit we had
when we were little. Its eyes
were pink, like yours always are.
I remember, once, it ate a leaf
of cabbage--covered in white
powder--lime. Poison.
We buried it behind the shed.

This is my first public posting of this poem, so I'm very open to criticism.

[Hannibal]

I dig it.

It's got..... a machinery type feel to it (by machinery, i'm referring to the poster himself - not an actual machine)

I like it a lot.

2nd and 3rd readings have made me enjoy it more.
The beginning seems slow - but the middle/end really roll nice together.