Fix

I cannot pull the words from the page
suck them through the eyes into the brain.
Roiling with the images they invoke,
tearing at sensations they arouse.
I must throw the book out of my hands,
away,
away across the room.
I cannot do this drug anymore.

I chant softly,
as I crawl across the floor,
find the book, find the book,
just another chapter,
Just one, only one.
I lie.
To myself, I lie,
until I am consumed by words.

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