It’s an addiction to diction,

perpetuated by the Adderall,

used and abused to produce superior syntax.

Synthesized words colonize both page and mind,

but on the come down, thoughts begin to drown,

the albatross around my neck.


An addiction alleviated by an orange pill, preferably

crushed and meeting the crusted end

of a dilapidated dollar bill.

And to think you were killing me, slowly,

knowingly severing me from my


Seth Canner attends the University of Greenwich, in London, where he is pursuing an honor's degree in English Literature and Creative Writing. He is also co-editor of, an online literary publication. 


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