By Luci Moody
A dead body breathing strolled the path down Aurora Avenue. Her skin burned, tingling, peeling from the long trek without sunscreen. Heart rate accelerated. She could almost taste the vinegar. Heroin. Oh, sweet heroin. She’d feel alive soon.
In that dealer’s car, she could wait no longer. Spoon? Check. Syringe? Yes. Frantically boiled water splattered onto her hand, shit, she said, what a waste. Into the cooker it goes, sucked up, tapped, bubbles gone.
Arm going numb from such a tightly-wound tourniquet, the needle dangled from clenched teeth. Liquid relief found its way into her blood stream. Now, she could breathe.
Powerful stuff. Wonderful cautionary tale. Makes me doubly grateful that I was never tempted to try illegal drugs!
Very visual. You can feel the craving.
Been there, except boiling water no longer needed. Excellent piece.