Vein Flames

I often wonder what kind of crazy

I’ve been-


The manic, run-around-go-go-go

kind who can’t control her

yelling mind in child’s pose-


The dark whisky, slow-burn-cigarette

kind consuming toxins because 

it feels like an old lover’s touch-


The silent, harboring

kind who portrays a calm facade for

the benefit of her own solitude-


I am no longer one of these-

I live between them,

even sobriety can’t quiet this

mind or remove the familiar feeling

of flames in my veins-