Ulises Acosta
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The Junkie
Watching the needle penetrate his skin and the fluid turn the syringe from half full to half empty, he felt his pain slip away; almost instantly, he could feel everything. Not just his emotions but virtually everything. He could feel the texture of his rippled clothes, the fluff of his hair, the wide gaping holes in his shoes, the fuzz in his socks, the worn out bracelet choking his wrist, his dirt stained fingers, and even his blood. Within the walls of his veins he could feel the warm substance mixing in with his blood cells and becoming very comfortable. Maybe too comfortable. A distant relative who lives on your couch, eats your food, and only pays part of the rent once every two months. Comfortable.
By Ulises Acosta4 years ago in Psyche