Semi-Daily Scribbles

NesQuik Strawberry Drink Mix, 400 grams. Red wine. Blood. It was a steady progression from one preference to the next. Megan craved, simple as that, and it didn't much matter how innocent that first hit was. As long as her poison was sweet, the dark days were carried away on waves of chemically-induced contentment. The trickle of light that snuck into the nether corners of Megan's head freed her up to concentrate on important matters, like the observance of ritual and advanced knife skills. The damage was done; residue wiped clean with elbow grease and bleach.