the gap

i once met a heroine addict. i know a few, actually, all in varying degrees of addiction or rehabilitation. addicts truly are not uncommon; one must simply peel away the rotting layers of the suburbs, digging deeper into the heart of society, as more horrors are unearthed and the putrid stench of shit and could've rear thier mottled head. everyone is inherently selfish, content to take and take and take, and things'll never get better. like a used needle, society has begun to oxidate, sitting in a murky puddle of it's own tossed-out ideals and fantasies, rotting away even as it feels the warm, comforting wave seep into its very veins. innocence is stripped from children as a junky would relieve an elder of her purse; quickly, unstoppable, and leaving that gaping hole in one's stomach that often accompanies the whims of fate.