trypanophobia

looking from the door light creeping through the crevice you find the vein as if it were calling you your skin shakes hard under the belt the syringe is trembling not out of fear but by the weight of desire the force of want the fluid slips in. like the forgiveness you didn't earn, The release you didn't deserve. a forced rush of euphoria yet somehow I find myself being just as addicted to observing how your body reacts imagining the strings of chemistry as you physically nod off your skin flushes and pupils constrict I act like this bothers me as it would anyone else but it doesn't It's mesmerising, almost provocative and for that reason I believe I'm not the only sick person here