Injections

Money.

Money.

Where is it?

I need the money.

It was here a second ago.

My hands,

They’re trembling.

I can’t grip it.

Ten dollars for a square inch of plastic.

Inside that plastic is the cure.

I need to be cured every hour

To stop the tremors.

To stop the sweats.

To stop the vomit.

To stop the burning in my eyes.

It’s dirty?

I don’t care.

I need it.

Nothing’s too dirty to soothe these veins for a few minutes.

Take it.

You take the money,

I take the cure.

I take it behind the warehouse.

Finding where the blood rushes.

In goes the needle,

Up goes the chemical.

Up goes the cure.

Hot in my heart.

Up my neck into my brain.

Every touch of flesh upon flesh is a little particle of sensuality.

Every drop of blood a highway of burning sex.

Sit there.

Sit there and let it pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse.

Pulse until the afterglow drains out.

It’s starting again.

The tremors.

The sweats.

The vomit.

The burning in my eyes.

Money.

Money.

I need the money.