Temptation
Her pupils are enlarged
veins ripping through her skin
profusely sweating
she feels like she needs it now
though she has been doing so well
the urge is too much to handle
the world is motionless
her breathing erotic
as her body is engulfed by trembles
the withdrawal becomes too much to handle
her hand wraps around the syringe
her grip tightens
stronger, stronger, stronger
until the syringe hits the floor
her will to be sober has won this battle
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