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Opioids and Mutilation

 

That was your game †
at least it was when we met  
Downing morphine like it was going out of fashion and you the trend setting queen †
Slow release tablets †
white lightning chasers with a nibbled kebab for company  

A certain stench masked behind Mr muscle †
Almost as if someone had opened the door a tiny crack as if to summon death †

Those tastes †
rationed out on the end of tiny spoons †
Just enough to numb the tiny pricks †
but nowhere close to kill the pain  
Head spinning from the oncoming freight train migraine †

Rolled me over so as not to asphyxiate †
floating away †
Janis kissed your forehead †
whispered it's gonna be OK  
Vanished quickly like a ghosts gust †
passes the room  
When you thought unconsciousness †
had claimed me  
You casually downed †
enough for a month's supply †
Rang the doctor that morning †
had more delivered to the door that evening †

Why are you waiting around to die?  

You even suckled that bottle right up †
to our daughters birth  
Stabbed me deep  
Ran off and left dying †

Guess you found something to live for
Carpe_Noctem
Written by Carpe_Noctem
Published | Edited 16th Jun 2022
Author's Note
Sadness and sorrow with more than enough trauma
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