Morphine.

Morphine.

A Poem by Emily Irene.
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October 2006.

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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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Emily Irene.
Emily Irene.

Saint Louis, MO



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Name'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..

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