Bump

I stare down at Sandra’s makeup mirror balanced on the edge of the white porcelain sink. The last of my coke is chopped in two straight lines and I know I shouldn’t but I probably will.

Just now before I lied and said I had to piss, she told me to stop or we were done.

Said she’d brought so much into this relationship and I was killing it, killing us, killing her.

I said I had no more coke but she’s not stupid. She knows me and my secrets. I’m no mystery. She’s a goddess and I’m a demon-vampire sucking her life away and I can’t stop but I tell her I can. She knows I’m a liar even though I don’t want to be. I say I gotta piss and go into the bathroom. She doesn’t say goodbye.

I did my last two bumps today. I swear to God, I swear to Sandra but they’ve both gone and left me here alone. I can’t even see myself in her mirror anymore.

16 thoughts on “Bump

  1. Short and tragically realistic. Poor guy. Sometimes we make all of the wrong choices. Great job illustrating this suffering man and doing it in a small space. Sometimes less is more. 😉

  2. Existential, especialy this: “I swear to God, I swear to Sandra but they’ve both gone and left me here alone.” And these two plus coke are necessary for the formation of proper reflections. Good, concise picture Chris.
    Simon.

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