Wasting

She mainlines herself until she is dry.  A brilliant mind that becomes addled and will be ruined over time.

Pushing an elixir of ego spikes deep into her veins.  A beautiful warm liquid floating into heaven, delicious and delirious, she is lulled by the singing of worms in her brain.

Lacking logic or judgment she does this over and over again.  Each time melting herself in her heated spoon's bend. The bubbling and burning excite her to no end.

She's happy when she's sprawling, eyes-rolling, stretched out along the floor.  Running her hands over her body, itching her soul, still craving more.