the fix

 Blood drips from scarred veins, a whisper of death lingers on the sweet caress. He tells her it will give her flight yet the poison only grounds her soul. Keeps her lost in a fog of confusion. Is she happy, sad, or dying? She cannot tell. Her heart beats faster and faster she does not think it can hold out any longer. She gasps for air. She knows she filled her lungs but there is no relief, that feeling you get when you finally catch your breath that pure sense of well being. Finally it comes. Is this the feeling he spoke about and does it only feel good because she was terrified and in so much pain that this relief seems so pleasurable. She collects herself and excuses herself to the bathroom. She tells herself this will never happen again and why was she so stupid to do it in the first place. She pays him for the fix and leaves intent on never returning, but he knows she will. He has been down this road many times and all its travelers return at least once more and most for a life cut short.