ziggo
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 24, 2008
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This is written about 4~ years ago when I was in IV meth addiction. Enjoy.
Parting plastic I become spastic, jittery I now litter freely. Into a new container, a metal retainer. I decant as I incant words forced fast in a dry pant. A ritualism of perfectionism. Material and solvent congeal, dangerously concealed, big fucking deal. Hesitant I load the gun, this no longer seems like any fun?
I need not be dreary, as I know the next moment so clearly, when two separate entities become one. Heart beating faster, I need not cause disaster, I'm the jumpmaster. I feel the sting, intense, sudden spring, of forces suffocate and culminate in a fit, a cough, I get off. I feel so hot, but I know I'm not, deception is sanctuary once more.
Parting plastic I become spastic, jittery I now litter freely. Into a new container, a metal retainer. I decant as I incant words forced fast in a dry pant. A ritualism of perfectionism. Material and solvent congeal, dangerously concealed, big fucking deal. Hesitant I load the gun, this no longer seems like any fun?
I need not be dreary, as I know the next moment so clearly, when two separate entities become one. Heart beating faster, I need not cause disaster, I'm the jumpmaster. I feel the sting, intense, sudden spring, of forces suffocate and culminate in a fit, a cough, I get off. I feel so hot, but I know I'm not, deception is sanctuary once more.
