“Morphine makes me weightless, airborne.” I pondered my friend's confession for a moment. She and I were reviewing the merits of the opiate analgesic over coffee. I was telling her about using a morphine pump during a recent hospital visit. “Really? Other than making me not care about the pain, I didn’t feel, you know, out … Continue reading Tastes like lemons
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Five
Looking around the room, she saw many familiar faces and knew all their stories. Every few weeks a new person showed up, but understandably their stories were all the same, only the names changed to protect the innocent. She was one of the old-timers. The group offered more than a place to unload her burden, … Continue reading Five
Strike three
I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. The water rises steadily around me, lapping in great waves along the counter top, the spray mingling with my tears. Crying not from fear or sorrow, but from the righteousness of my situation. My knees folded under my chin, I’m quickly losing sensation in my legs and … Continue reading Strike three
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