Pharma-ChristA Poem by BlueZanEncapsulated redemption, my Pharma-Christ. The rehab Gods force sanity down my throat like religion.
I chase it with holy water from the blessed paper cups with the nurse's fingerprints still lingering just inside the rim.
My hands shake in anticipation of the next dose of chemically induced grace within my brain. My soul is anointed with sedative injections and the bruises left behind remind me that this chemical veil is not discontent © 2014 BlueZanReviews
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