I have begun to write this story- finally. I created it in my mind last year and only now have begun to write it. little by little, keep coming back to read more - i will do my best to keep up with it.....

..............TOOTH & NAIL.............

The jagged teeth of the comb fought through the greasiness of her matted dark hair. Her swollen and malnourished eyes peered out of the 17th story dormer window. Her hand sluggishly pushed the comb halfheartedly over the right side of her head. The comb like tips of blades gnawed at the exhausted strands of hair. Reluctant to push the comb over the last portion of her head she was then overcome with sickness. She ran into the kitchenette and discharged the contents of her stomach into the sink. A white foamy whirlpool lay thick and rank at the bottom of the discolored basin. Her eyes reflection, red and teary as she ran the cold tap, lapping from her cupped hands. A faint hope of washing the bitter sour taste from her mouth. Her body then descended into shivers while her body broke out in a cold sweat. She needed that fix or she would go out of her mind. One of her sleazy dealers told her he would be there in the morning to drop off her daily rock of dope. It was one PM and her body knew more unspeakable torment than she. She slumped in crude form on the sticky discolored sheets of her single mattress. She raked her half chewed fingernails over the bloody cankered bumps along her right arm. She began to disrupt the scabs of her tracks until her arm looked like streaks of varnish on virgin wood. She sat impoverished while she pruned from an unweeded garden of nettles.