junkhead

preface.

an// 

my name is hayden. 

i have no personal experience with heroin. the only drugs i take are pain pills and nicotine. all the drug addicts in my life that i know are meth-heads, not junkheads. this work will most likely not provide a completely accurate portrayal of actual heroin use. i have spent intensive amounts of time studying this drug though, and hopefully, i will be able to convey heroin addiction with some symbalacy to realism.

preface.

smack.

junk.

h.

witch hazel.

dope.

opium.

heroin.

fuck.

she goes by plenty of names. out on the street, there's even more. 

she's so pretty. she curves and spirals around you like a mellow incense.

she has sweeter lips than any boy or girl you will ever kiss.

she's so secure and warm; you could curl up in her arms and sleep forever.

she'll numb your pain and make you feel real good.

she fucking sucks.

she's sick, she's twisted. she'll tell you, "just one more," then you're dead.

she's a temptress; she'll make you feel good while cutting out your heart.

she's mind numbing. she grabs your mind and from then on, it's hers.

she will turn you into the living, breathing dead.

you don't want her.

but oh christ, you do. 

it's so hard to be thinking all the time.

that's not a problem with the lady though.

forget your thoughts, she's so smooth and intoxicating. 

you don't need her.

she ruins lives. 

she knows how to take those problems you have and make them go away.

but then when you rebuke her, she leaves her curse:

the bad is ten times worse. 

she's so pretty, she's so dirty.

i hate her i hate her i hate her.

no more no more never again.

"yes sir, i'll buy, here's $30."