Pick a Vein, Any Vein

She runs out of the store
weapon of choice in hand.

She was no longer being chased
by the fear of the stress of the night.

Now that she had her heart’s desire
everything was going to be okay.

She is now urgently consuming it
until her brain was bleached of its humanity
as it hurts to think of the alternative.

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2 responses to “Pick a Vein, Any Vein

  1. I really enjoy the last stanza here, something about it is intriguing.

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