diacetylmorphine

it was hot and spacious in a plywood attic, a set of twins' living space. they had a wall of picture frames with couples from my high school. next to it we were fighting over a pill on two of those metal folding chairs, a table in front of us, apparently made from the interior i let you win. felt like moving on to bigger and better things it was just a dream, but how the fuck did my subconscious generate that rush? like being on e, but for only five minutes… think cocaine and vicodin and weed, molly, dmt, special k and probably some quantity of acid all meshed up together in a glass syringe floating around like syrup and suddenly flooding into your circulatory system. around and around, pumped through your body by the same muscle you’re killing with it. and i wasn’t even squeamish at needling my skin, should have given it away. must have known what was coming was worth it. when your brother got scared, he said my full name as I pulled the metal out of my vein. guy wants to tell my mom and then the blood in my head..thinned, just kinda throwing me out there. I was so fucking high. He kept scolding me, i couldn’t drown him out, but for once it wasn’t killing the buzz; nothing could kill the buzz. i was flying, untouchable, ecfuckingstatic i was tweaking. i barely even remember coming down, the whole thing, it was too good. way way too good.