A Shot


A Shot

sitting on the blue couch, staring at

the algid night sky, the putrid moon

trying to break the darkness. in my

hand the spoon, under it a lighter.

the crackling of the

brown tar chunk, the bubbles

coming up, the thin blue vapor crawling

up my nostrils. already lightheaded, already

dead and ready for the resurrection. drawing

the brown liquid into the

syringe. tapping the

needle right before plunging it into

the vein. colors, effulgent explosions; leaning

back on

the couch, a devil smiles from

behind the wall, the vein pulsates and a thin

crimson line runs down the extended arm.

focus on your breathing, a voice commands. I

obey, reluctantly. off into the flaming

meadows once

more, a broken butterfly net to hunt down the

roaring dragons soaring over my

head. the body remains numb, the brain goes into

overheat and it’s fucking

alright. hours lost, minutes gained, the endless

pursuit of capturing the essence of

everywhere and nowhere is in

full swing and the veins already throb in

anticipation for the next penetration of the merciful spike.


George Gad Economou

Currently residing in Greece, George Gad Economou has a Master’s degree in Philosophy of Science and is the author of Letters to S.  (Storylandia),Bourbon Bottles and Broken Beds (Adelaide Books), and Of the Riverside (Anxiety Press). His words have also appeared, amongst other places, in Spillwords Press, Ariel Chart, Cajun Mutt Press, Fixator Press, Outcast Press, The Piker Press, The Edge of Humanity Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, and Modern Drunkard Magazine.

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