Off the Wagon


By Varad

She stood by me when I’d hit rock-bottom; held my hand through the horrible withdrawal.

An ache to see her smile made me quit cold-turkey.

I felt great, in absolute control and in love again with life.

All stayed well for less than twenty-four hours.

Her call goes to voicemail as I plunge the needle deep into my vein.

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