REV SDMF's blog: "Stuff I Write"

I got lost inside the mirror today, I keep seeing myself in different ways I escaped When the mirror Was finally Broken.

When the tip of the needle enters the vein the anticipation of flash back is overwhelming. The rush of seeing the blood mixing with the junk as you gently pull the plunger back right before you're ready to push is unexplainable. Sanity is only achieved once the junk enters the vein and circulates the welcomed poison. Numbness achieved. Life goes on.

The bullet has my name etched into the side. It sits in the chamber of my 9mm; Waiting. I had it made for me a long time ago. Only I have ever seen it; Waiting. I sit on the edge of the bath tub contemplating. Feeling the coolness of the steel handle. Waiting. Unfinished........