Pain soaked bed and bloodied cave of my design. My world, separated by a thin, sweat dampened blanket and the comforting stench of my own body protected me from the outside; but I had no solace from within. Thoughts pool inside in my head like dying fish; silhouetted and choked by thick, polluted opium water.
I had to do it.
Hidden within that glutted school of piscine bodies were sharp toothed sharks with razored fins and venomous skin. Their bites made deep, phantom gashes that tore at my head and rendered me helpless. My vice. My only solace. My drugs.