Help;

‘Help me, I love you,’ he said and meant to every pretty face; the holes in his mind left constant chemical chaos. No inhibitions hit his brain: he chose to abstain from drugs completely, focusing on the breaths of strangers instead. He could sense the rapid pulses clash against rib then skin, but none took his words seriously.

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2 comments so far

  1. Gemma on

    Chemical chaos always seems to be when the threads in the fabric of love unravel. Great descriptive images!

  2. Michelle Johnson on

    Chemical chaos can make for some real troubles.


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