Entangled

I'm sitting behind the pharmacy right now. The sun pouring through the trees on to the brown, cracked leaves. All the amphetamines in my system has made the day fly. My mind keeps flipping from project to project--unable to stay focused on the task at hand.

My guts buckle. But I ignore it and keep smoking my cigarette. Blowing blue smoke into the cool fall air.

Last night I gave into temptation. we had dinner with my parents. I couldn't abort my oxymorphone--I didn't want to fall nose first into my plate of enchiladas. But even the alcohol from my margarita and my pills couldn't get me high. I needed it like so many nights before. I returned home, unable to settle down, without the thought bubbling up. There was no more fighting it.

I crushed up the pill and inhaled through my left nostril. The powder didn't burn.

A few minutes later I was overcome with a warm pleasure. My eyes fell closed half closed. Heaven was finally within my grasp. All the customers and pain drained away into a puddle of oblivion.

Each cigarette felt better than the last as I chain smoked outside. Unable to stop myself. Once more entangled in my vices.

Fuck, back to work. At least they replaced the employee toilet. I can get some peace as my guts roll out my stomach like a sick joke.

Until next time my friend,

Lucy