A momentary lapse of judgement.
The embrace folds over my skin, gentle and secure within the grasp of frostbite. The air is still. Before the scream escapes, a puff of smoke kisses my lips and fills my mouth with liquid tar. I’m plunged into the freezing waters and given a chance to speak a final breath, yet the body is too weak, too brittle to withstand one last goodbye. Snatched back into seclusion, I grin a deep sigh. “Just one more,” I tell myself and prick the forearm of my skin. Just one more.
The needle thrusts deeply into the bone, and I am thrown back into finite reality.
21/9/23
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