John Doe prompt, Purestofprose contest #17 100wds

He drew some blood back into the syringe, just to be sure there was no air going into his blood, pulled the needle from his swollen vein and shot the blood at the wall.

  The universe yawned so it seemed, curling its tongue and exposing it’s gullet as he slid onto the floor into the darkness that knew his name.

“My Flag” he said to no one as he slipped away. There were junkies who had dislocated their jaws yawning, or so he had heard, but he was no longer sure that he was the thinker of that thought.