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You scream out
in an ochre mist
and touch the wall
with fiery fingers,
nerve endings begin
their throbbing call
and you count it down:
“Vicodin is candy
sugar in the stick,”
as you plead for more
“Morphine tingles
Motrin makes me sick.”
Darkness is a vision
when light is a blade
turning deep inside
and the Fetinol fades
just as soon as you feel
the Neurotin subside.
Touch is needles,
fingers pierce the skin
and each caress is rabid
tearing at your soul
as you begin the mantra
moaning, “Dilaudid,
dilaudid, dilaudid.”
Insipidly quick in IV
but the pill will last:
chaos becomes aplomb,
the scream suddenly silent
and the blade withdrawn
in, but a momentary, calm.
- COMMENTS
Angelinealmost 16 years agoThis poem has been recommended (again, now that the audio is working) in the New Poems Reviews thread today on Literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum. Thanks for the read!
normal jeanalmost 16 years agoto describe the feelings of morphine and her sisters. When I read the poem, I was curious if you meant Fentanyl rather than fetinol, so I Googled it and it came up. I have never seen that drug name I am well acquainted intimately with the opiate family.
do you know the term, paradoxial delirium? It is a sort of opposite to the desired effect of a drug. Opiates cause me to be filled with energy, jacked up isthe term some people use. it is like that for my siblings as well. It is a shame that a drug with such potential for easing pain can cause so much, but then, it is the individual who makes that choice, right?
Your poem was interesting. I don't know else to say, except, when you mention dilaudid, my right arm begins to ache and I feel rather queasy, and for some reason, that isn't such a bad thing, especially when my house needs cleaning.
I hope you aren't suffering in the way me and my sisters are. We have what we call our morphine prayer--
Dilaudid, dilaudid, my dearling K-4, will you be there for me when the money runs out and the doctor finally dies?
best wishes,
NJ
LeBrozalmost 16 years agoYou can feel the need screaming out in this. And in the listing of so many drugs, the depth of pain involved.
Angelinealmost 16 years agohas been recommended in the New Poems Reviews thread today on Literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum. Thanks for the read!
