She cries all alone in a filthy gutter. The streets are littered with trash and
transients. Drugs are the norm, search
for the next fix to avoid seeing the world for what it is. As she awakens from her gutter she reaches
for another needle. She desperately digs
for a spoon and looks for a way to cook up her smack. At last she finds fire, torches the spoon and
cooks her fix. It’s her only friend in
the world. She doesn't judge, doesn't discriminate and makes her feel better than any man ever could. She feels the tip enter her veins; her eyes
roll back as she feels the warmth enter her body slowly destroying the
innocence within her heart. She has
enough for her typical high but it’s not enough. This time she wants to not only ease her pain
but relieve her soul of the hurt in her heart. She continues with more, slowly
pushing the plunger through the barrel.
With each drop her fears fade. She
continues to chase the dragon. Her memories erase and she floats like an angel. Her head spins but with more control than she’s
ever had. The warmth she feels inside, for
once she feels alive. She lays back and
closes her eyes only to see the brightest lights. She reaches out, arms stretched but no one
reaches back for her. She’s falling,
faster and faster. Her head is spinning,
what happened she cannot tell. She
realizes she’s gone and falling to hell.