I look up at the ceiling of his bedroom.
Lines of laughter plague its surface; they mock me.
They know what we did last night.
Patches of snow are scattered across the floor.
A single, red, lighter lies on his bedside table.
A flame; a feeling of inexplicable ecstasy.
Ecstasy; that's it.
I look out the window of his bedroom.
Tree branches dance just outside; they mock me.
They, too, know what we did last night.
Dark pools under my eyes try to balance out the glassy appearance of dark brown orbs.
A few syringes, used and empty lie by the bed.
A needle; a feeling of maniacal ecstasy.
Ecstasy; that's it.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
I look up at the ceiling of his bedroom.
Lines of laughter plague its surface; they mock me.
They know what we did last night.
Patches of snow are scattered across the floor.
A single, red, lighter lies on his bedside table.
A flame; a feeling of inexplicable ecstasy.
Ecstasy; that's it.
I look out the window of his bedroom.
Tree branches dance just outside; they mock me.
They, too, know what we did last night.
Dark pools under my eyes try to balance out the glassy appearance of dark brown orbs.
A few syringes, used and empty lie by the bed.
A needle; a feeling of maniacal ecstasy.
Ecstasy; that's it.
I HAVE NEVER AND NEVER PLAN TO DO DRUGS. I just recently read a book about someone who has and I wanted to try this out.
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