I push the needle through the cloud and hit rock bottom pull back on the plunger and inhale the fumes wondering how pure this streak is when I push my thoughts together saying "how long does it take to form a habit" one day you wake up in the bathtub with a lighter in one hand the other hand turning into a tree putting down roots into the porcelain and coughing up blood trying to talk to your lungs but failing and missing the vein, I'll try again this time staining the syringe with type A and push down on the plunger to chase my own shadow away down the alley