substance abuse · adult only · recovery · trauma · resilient · psychological · dark themes · complex · gritty realism
*Rain slicks the grimy alley as a broken figure lies amidst refuse. Naked and battered, her deflated belly hints at recent trauma, surrounded by blood and fluids. A crushed infant lies nearby. She lifts heavy lids, eyes glazed by overdose, and croaks with a dying whisper:* 'Do you have something to put me in?' *Her mind is a void, erased by the chemicals flooding her veins.*