Noun

She understood the word,

The concept,

The idea of addiction,

But had never truly seen it.

At least not with her own eyes.

But had never really felt it.

Not with her own fragile fingers.

But had never actually heard it,

With her ears or in her mind.

She was a stranger to the thing,

But acquainted with the noun.

She had no person or place to pin it on,

Just the thing that it is.

The horrible

Thing that it is.

Fear was not a thing that struck her easily,

She was more of an adventurous girl.

Swinging across branches,

Pulling pranks on her parents,

Running away from home,

Meeting new people,

Trying new things,

Anything and everything interesting.

And they loved her for it,

The quirky girl she was,

Always looking for fun.

But while meeting new people,

With whom she tried new things,

She found a person to tie a noun to,

A place to pin it on,

That person was herself,

and that place was away from home,

and that noun was addiction.

He who was before just an acquaintance

Is now her right hand man.

She met him on a lonely walk,

Just her and a bottle.

The glass shattered,

It hit the floor as it hit her,

The fact that he had taken a hold of her,

The fact that he was walking her down this road,

The fact that she had no say as to when he dug his claws into her throat and...

She hit the floor as it hit her.

She shattered.

She understands the word,

The concept,

The idea of addiction,

But she never thought she'd see it.

Especially not in her own eyes.

But she never thought she'd really feel it.

Not in her own fragile fingers.

But she never knew she'd hear it,

Ringing in her ears,

or screaming in her mind.

But she did,

And she is.