![]() 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 Author![]() Emily 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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