She methodically lays her spoon on the scarred brown table,
rinses out a greasy cup and fills it with lukewarm water. Reaching behind her,
she bends over and picks up a cheap imitation leather hip pouch and slowly
removes a syringe and a cigarette.
After pulling a tiny piece of filter from the smoke, she places
the cigarette between dry cracked lips, lights it and inhales deeply. With smoke
streaming out of her nostrils, she empties an orange paper into the spoon. Using
her syringe, she draws up 25 units of water and puts that in the spoon, too.
Slowly, she raises the spoon to an inch above the flickering orange flame and
slowly cooks her morning medicine. That finished, she rolls a piece of filter
between two yellow stained fingertips and drops it into the steaming liquid. She
inhales again on the cigarette and removes it from her mouth as the ash falls
silently on her scrawny lap.
Drawing the yellow syrup into the syringe, she sighs. Goose
bumps break out on her body and a shiver runs up and down her spine. She grabs a
nylon and ties it around her tiny stick like upper arm, biting the end with her
black, decaying teeth. She brushes the stringy hair out of her lifeless and dull
eyes and slides the needle into a thick coarse scar. She moans quietly with
pleasure as the juice slowly invades her body, letting the sensation wash over
her like the waves on a barren beach.
She removes the syringe and her empty eyes seem to watch it fall
from her fingertips. Nobody hears the faint clatter as it strikes the leg of the
chair and falls onto the floor. Her eyes slowly close as she goes on her last
nod. Her filthy hair seems to be the final curtain closing on a really bad
play as her head falls forward striking the worn table. The cigarette, burned
almost to its brown filter, falls from her slightly open mouth and, leaving only
a small black mark on the scuffed floor, it too burns out.
rinses out a greasy cup and fills it with lukewarm water. Reaching behind her,
she bends over and picks up a cheap imitation leather hip pouch and slowly
removes a syringe and a cigarette.
After pulling a tiny piece of filter from the smoke, she places
the cigarette between dry cracked lips, lights it and inhales deeply. With smoke
streaming out of her nostrils, she empties an orange paper into the spoon. Using
her syringe, she draws up 25 units of water and puts that in the spoon, too.
Slowly, she raises the spoon to an inch above the flickering orange flame and
slowly cooks her morning medicine. That finished, she rolls a piece of filter
between two yellow stained fingertips and drops it into the steaming liquid. She
inhales again on the cigarette and removes it from her mouth as the ash falls
silently on her scrawny lap.
Drawing the yellow syrup into the syringe, she sighs. Goose
bumps break out on her body and a shiver runs up and down her spine. She grabs a
nylon and ties it around her tiny stick like upper arm, biting the end with her
black, decaying teeth. She brushes the stringy hair out of her lifeless and dull
eyes and slides the needle into a thick coarse scar. She moans quietly with
pleasure as the juice slowly invades her body, letting the sensation wash over
her like the waves on a barren beach.
She removes the syringe and her empty eyes seem to watch it fall
from her fingertips. Nobody hears the faint clatter as it strikes the leg of the
chair and falls onto the floor. Her eyes slowly close as she goes on her last
nod. Her filthy hair seems to be the final curtain closing on a really bad
play as her head falls forward striking the worn table. The cigarette, burned
almost to its brown filter, falls from her slightly open mouth and, leaving only
a small black mark on the scuffed floor, it too burns out.