DarianLeigh

  I watch the plunger sink under your thumb, pushing the substance through the syringe and into your vein.  The needle has bitten into your I AM CELEBRITY tattoo.  I remember watching when you got that tattoo.  I remember you telling me it was for the part of you that wanted to compete and win; to be famous; to be a movie star; that wanted to be loved, that wanted to be everybody’s hero; that wanted to be known, that wanted to suffer while every one watched and did nothing to save you; the part of you that craved drama, tragedy, and crisis.  There are track marks all over that tattoo, and