I burn
cold flesh aflame by bad choices
my body skeletal forged in a dark place
my disgrace
one last breath, free from infection
spoonful of sugar
burning candle
torn and broken I bind
the tournaquet
around my arm, around my soul
bubbles in my spoon
bubbles in my mind
syringe draws golden death
seeking veins in desperation
needle meets I

(c) 2012 allen simpson
syringes don’t kill people. Heroin kills people… or something like that… cherish life..