I pressed the blade into the clump of powder, watching as it fell apart, unable to hold it’s shape as I sliced through it again and again. It felt oddly familiar. I dipped my finger into the residue and rubbed it over my gums, the feeling of numbness immediate.
I wondered how many more times the coke would slice into me, like the blade sliced into it, before I crumbled to dust as well.
At some point, something had to give, right?
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