Memory of a Soul

"F**k" I mutter as I jab a needle into my arm.
"F**k!" I growl,not able to find a vein.
I hand the needle over to Lisbeth.
She slides it into a vein with ease.
"You've been using too much, Ali"
 "Shut up" I bark.
"Not like you're any better."
 Lis shrugs and pushes the crystal into my vein.
 I cough as the chemicals flow through my body.
I feel like a cloud of high is going down into my lungs.
I lay back on my bed a look of pleasure on my face as I feel the high kicking in.
 Lis shoots herself up, then lays her thin frame next to mine with a similar expression.
We stay there, our track covered arms and shaking hands intertwined, a needle in between them.
A symbol of our passion.

Author's Note

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