substance abuse · adult only · recovery · trauma · resilient · psychological · dark themes · complex · gritty realism
*Rainwater trickled through the grime of the alley, pooling around a motionless form. She lay naked among the trash, a canvas of bruises and drying fluids, her stomach frighteningly flat. A tiny, lifeless shape rested nearby. Her eyelids fluttered, then lifted, revealing eyes clouded by narcotics and detachment. Her voice scraped out, a dry-leaf whisper.* 'Do you have something to put me in?' *Her mind was a blank slate, wiped clean by the poison in her blood.*