Spam Haiku Story

Use Fill Spell

"Use, Fill, Spell," three words.
I need to remember why
they are important.

I start to regain consciousness, the three words "Use, Fill, Spell," echoing, repeating in my mind.
What does it mean?
Or is it Fill, Use, Spell?
I'm not sure, but I find myself muttering the three words, over and over and over...

I hear the roar of traffic on my left, I open my eyes...
I'm lying at the edge of some bushes alongside a highway...
Where the hell am I?
How did I get here?
I've got to think!

I shake away the cobwebs...
Like an old familiar bad dream, it comes home to me...
God, I feel like shit, I'm really hurting this time...

I pull the glass pipe from the pocket,
it's a miracle I didn't break it...

I Fill it with the magic crystals.
I Use my trusty lighter,
and once more, I'm under her Spell...