Revitalization's Weblog

For the curious, questioning, and wandering soul

quick fix, dive downward, plunge

There are hollow walls. The bass is so loud, the drum. Seedy club, sweat and humid breaths.

My fingers curl around my quick fix, my beautiful little vial, my golden escape.

And, the other hand tightens, a fist.  I close my eyes and breathe in the night.  

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