You tap the syringe
making sure there are no air bubbles
making it safer to use
i start to cry
pulling at your sleeve
you push me away
i fall back
and watch
you move the needle to your arm
you cant seem to find what it is that you are looking for
a look of panic enters your eyes
you need this
you haven't had a fix in days
finally
you see it
that bright blue vein
practically popping out at you
you lower the needle
and proceed to slide it into your once soft
smooth skin
at a slight angle
going deeper
and deeper
after a minute
you pull it out
refill
and stick it back in
a little higher this time
you smile
a dazed look on your face
you collapse onto the floor
as i scream
i crawl over to you
trying with all my might to shake you awake
Mommy, Mommy
i whisper
Wake up
its no use
i curl up beside you
my tears splashing onto you
mixed with mucus
and spit
i push your arm over me
and wait
five years later
same incident
only this time
your gone
all anybody can muster is
how could she do that to herself; how could she do that to a two year old
especially
her daughter
