Heroin Dream

It was clumsy we tripped and stumbled down my hallway in to the state that is my bedroom. He finds a spot on the floor to cook up while I fall on to the bed and look for something to tie around our arms for pressure and to bring up the veins. He sucks up the liquid a vivid rusty brown through the needle in to the seemingly larger than usual syringe and I sense my own eagerness to inject overwhelm me. I want him as much as the gear but he seems fucked off and says something's not right. Looking around paranoid he stands up and makes to leave, belt still hanging from his arm needle falling from his large rough hands. I leave the gear where it is feeling ridiculously despondent breathing heavily starting to sob.