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.