A tiny pinch, rushing into purest pleasure. Paradise dripping from the tip of a needle.
Take a deep breath. Tug the tourniquet – tap a vein.
Anticipation rattles her skeleton. Thin lips unsheath a jagged smile.
One last fix. Careful now, not too much.
Euphoria balances on the precipice of damnation.
Donna J. Dotson writes short, intense pieces of fiction and creative non-fiction, but sometimes, the universe hands her pure poetry. Her Jack Russell Terrier loves her work.