Dear Diary,
Scarlet drop roll down his arm from his vein. The needle feeding some part of his quiet soul. I try to lick the wound close with my toungue. My saliva healing. But he shoos me away. A white tissue pressed there instead. I’m jealous. I wanted to taste him and get my own high from his human blood. In a moments time I see him get high. His facial features changing. Like he kind of looks drunk but sets a firm mask on his face instead. It is a secret too. Only I know and maybe his drug dealers. I too am high. Although I don’t inject. I just smoke a glass pipe. The stuff I burn, inhale and fill my lungs up with plumes of white cloud is ice.
Like right now, tonight.
He went to work and I went home from his house. hopefully you hear a lot about him and not just another guy so quickly out of my life I didn’t even get to blink. .
Everyone is asleep and the house is dark. Red light illuminates from my lava lamp.