Snakes won't cross a braided rope, so I take the leads up from around my bed. I remember her face- bright and smiling beside mine white as if she had just shed a skin and the dunes grow now over the urchin barrens, a desert in the sea. I can peer beneath the 3rd lid my heart claws at my throat, allergy tight from the judging shade of green. The 3rd lid opens over the Taklamakan, Tibetan horns sound so old - ancient vagus nerve endings in my throat but my heart claws them away. Snakes won't cross a braided rope but her eyes are green and we lay a cottonmouth skin across her womb. All I see are diamonds on the ring fingers.
there are other girls like me with debilitating caffeine addictions and an allergy to calories to whom feeling “ok” is fiction whose emotions come only in extremes soon enough everyone will realize that i am nothing special then they’ll leave and fantasize about loving somebody else
This medication is called Trilafon or Perphenazine. When I took it, I had the worst nightmare I've ever seen. Life is something to be cherished. But in December of 1996, I almost perished. After my doctor wrote the prescription, I took the Trilafon. If I hadn't been taken to the emergency room, I'd be gone. Trilafon helps some people but it makes other people sick. After taking this medication, I learned that I'm allergic. I'd like to say it was all just a dream but it was real. The doctors in the ICU saved me with Benadryl. I foamed at the mouth and it felt like the Trilafon was burning out my brain. I hope nobody else experiences this pain. My doctor ticked me off when he wanted me to continue taking Trilafon with a side effect pill. There was no way in Hell I'd keep taking it after being so ill. Now I take a different medication and all is well. It's much better to take Risperadol or Seroquel. I was only twenty-five in 1996 and that would've been far too young to go. If a doctor wants to prescribe you Trilafon, please say no.
This is a true story about what happened to me twenty-one years ago on December 7, 1996.
if my lips are red. I had avocado (it does not agree with my body). Stroke me- but proceed with caution. if my lips are read. Dickens was ****** through my nail-beds. and is sprouting around my veins. “Honey” me- with the dew from his tongue and his alone: i will open myself up freely to you, like petals spreading from a bud- only less graceful. and not as Chaste. quite ******, actually; when my cells are fighting against a forbidden fruit. - the alligator pear of mexico and birch pollen - and my tongue is soaked in English verse.