Morphine.A Poem by Emily Irene.October 2006.Saline flushes and little plastic syringes. We'll have you feeling good in no time, darling. We'll fix you up, and send you on your way. This may hurt a bit, but don't worry; the true pain won't strike for years to come. Throw your head back; let it hit your heart; let it explode into your veins. The joy will carry you home until you're crawling back again. © 2008 Emily Irene. |
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Added on November 15, 2008 AuthorEmily Irene.Saint Louis, MOAboutName's Emily and I'm 24. I am a girl made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. I have had chronic pain for more than fifteen years. This means I have taken more narcotics .. more..Writing
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