you are
the drug i can't release
from the syringe i'm squeezing
so tight i will shatter you
holding myself so tight
so up tight
self control but
breaking your vial
oozing between my fingers
warm and thick
turning my hand to lick it clean
sweet and sticky on my tongue
the buzzing in my ears
sucking glass out of my cuts
slight haze on the edge of my vision
my stomach is knotted
can hardly breathe
tilting my head back
mouthes open
our eyes meet
i struggle to clean the glass from the floor