the dragon swims
barely contained
on the blackened
spoon clenched
between shaking
fingers as the
lighter dances
in the fetid air
before it is sucked
up through a vacuum
lashing out at this
new hypodermic cage
plunger pressed
air bubbles displaced
no need to disinfect
nothing could survive
the pockmarks and filth
covering every inch
a slight inhalation
a crimson streak
the dragon coils
before flying straight
into the nearly
collapsed vein of
desperate addiction.

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