The camper.
The club.
The Heroin.

Pause, and close your eyes.
Take it all in. It's this exuberance of sensation, as though you're scratching that itch and it feels so good the euphoria seeps into your soul.
Open your eyes. Do you see how you feel? Can you touch your pleasure?
Taste it!

Their misfortune bag lay on the sink area. Spoons used as cookers litter the seating area. Sprinkles of their ichor dazzles the fabrics.
Lee has discovered a supplier from a European whom has taken residence in the area. His runners make them bread and he and his friends cash in royally.

Remember everyone's routine?
This has become their routine, daily, hourly. Their all the time.

Bruce has reached the stage of struggling to find a vein that won't collapse.
Mikey's weight has decreased substantially, eyes shallow and his breathing lessened. Christmas blue sparkles on his lips and it's only harvesting time; while his vessel shivers like a fresh snow fall.
Unconsciousness has taken over.

Tuesday.

Blame the moon for a day like today. States Virgil the seedy motel manager to Tabitha as she wipes the sweat from her forehead. She nods and continues on cleaning in the next room.

She takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror.

The bathroom dances with a tinge of green. There's something to be said about a cringy bottom feeder motel bathing facility.
Hypnotic patterns weave their way in the cardboard like curtain dangling above a leaky faucet draining into hair balls covering the drain. Dark colored slimy clusters are glued to the tile surfaces all around the edge of the cesspool water experiment people used.

As though in a trance Tabitha has her mouth cuffed by a stranger. Her neck swiftly jilted backwards and then within an instant her face is smashed against the tile encased wall.
The dancing stops. It's all black now.

Tabitha can see the hypnotic patterns as her uniform is tore from her limbs. All she can feel is the vital fluids seeping from the gash on her forehead.
Her body tossed like a rag doll slams onto the semen stained duvet. Tabitha grabs at the cotton with little force as her hands are weakened with the blood loss.
His penis rips her vaginal and anus cavities.

Brutal.
Blunt.
Bloody bare!

Her senses conjure up the familiarity of bitter orange.

Wednesday morning.
Eddie comes down the hallway and sits at the kitchen table. Carney sits on the other end and smokes a cigarette. Mommy closes the refrigerator door exposing her bruises, she has a little cigarette in her mouth as she opens a beer.

"Your mother was raped by a sand nigger son!
      I can taste his smell" Tabitha whispers.
Eddie reaches for the pack of NewPorts and decides to join them in this time of mood reflection.
He drags a long haul as though he'd been smoking since birth. He wipes the Taco Tuesday flyers off the table in one fell swoop!

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