Shooting Up 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

You clip the top off of the baggie with nail clippers
Empty the contents of the baggie into the cooker
White powder
As you squirt the water on it
It disolves instantly
And you can smell the acetone
Smells like nail polish remover
You draw it up
Point the needle towards the sky
Push out the last of the air bubbles
Tapping the rig with the back of your finger nail
That little bead of water that appears at the tip
Of the needle you lick
You pump your arm and find a suitable vein
You puncture the wall of your vein
Needle is home
Almost there
You draw back the plunger
A flame of red bood shoots back up
Into the outfit
Here goes nothing
If I do the fish
Say a prayer for me
You push the needle home
The rubber tip of the plunger reaches the bottom of the rig
Less than a second goes by
And you taste the acetone on your tongue
Suddenly everything is like
In an echo chamber
The sounds of waterfalls and toilets flushing
Bells ringing
Better than sex
Like kissing God on the lips
You wash it down with a home rolled cig
And a swig off a bottle of Thunderbird
Helps take the edge off
Three minutes of heaven for a lifetime of hell
But now I need more
More is not enough
Oh shit