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They stop me in funerals, in reunions and
say to me, “You did it. You broke the cycle”
My fingers twitch, a deep pit in my belly
A knife twists, the memory of her last words
With fentanyl-stained lips twisted into a smile
she kisses me one last time, a sharing of poison
As her breath leaves, a body with no brain
And I say, “But did she have to die?”
i miss her
Petunias and Pansies
Tiger Lilies and Tulips
Roses and Rosemary

Pretty petals

So soft and lilting and lovely

Pretty petals

Clematis and Clover
Daffodils ad Daisies and Dahlias

Pretty petals

Lavender and lilacs so lovely

These pretty petals
Belong to us all.
I love flowers. They give me peace. I love how they smell and feel to the touch. I hope that everyone feels the calm and peace that comes from touching just one pretty petal of a flower.
Shattered soul
by stabbing holes.
Wounds and voids.
Silent screams
are broken noise.
Deep below rock bottom,
is an equation lacking a sum.
Dead alive.
The night sky
with her diamond eyes
cried.
A broken girl finally cries.
O, dopamine—friend or foe?
Do I even want to know?
You whisper soft in joy or pain,
Then vanish like the summer rain.

You dress in laughter, dress in fire,
You ride the thrill of each desire.
From subtle crush to grand success,
You bait the heart, then leave a mess.

A hunger we all learn to feed,
But never learn what we really need.

O, dopamine, you wear my skin—
You cheer me on, then reel me in.
I see the tricks, I feel the sway,
Yet chase you just the same each day.

But maybe truth is not to flee,
Just learn which part belongs to me.

I’ll dance with you, but know what’s real—
O, dopamine… we’ve made our deal.

— The End —