Chapter 1: FTGIII – Her Drug of Choice
She knew the precise moment it was coursing through her body
She had taken a deep breath in and refused to exhale
Anxiously waiting for the euphoric feeling to wash over her
When it would overload her senses and no thoughts would prevail.
Everything she experienced was addictive, intoxicating
She could close her eyes, lie back and release
Now she was free to hallucinate in the shadows
Indulging in visions of life with another kind of peace.
She made sure this hit was much better than the last
Each time the desperation intensified beyond her control
The thirst was maddening; she needed to go higher
Feverishly remove the constraints that bound her like a chokehold.
It never really lasted long enough to satisfy her craving
Though her silhouette would thrash out trying to hold on
It would leave behind a stronger, gnawing pain of hunger
An empty hole enlarging inside because it would never be gone.
She lived in a constant state of push and pull
Somewhere between delicious pleasure and shivering withdrawal
And even if she had the will; she would never stop
A momentary rush of octane was better than none at all.