repeated drawing, sorry. I used it a week ago.
taking pain medication exactly as prescribed I am a drunk poet Call me tanked, pickled, blitzed too high White hot electric the molten current scythes, skewering me long past intermittent my familiar is now ever-present carrying decade on decade Bracing compounds torment upon agony Gathering breath calls in my unseen helpers I turn to the skewer: Sweetheart, come close I too draw close to you Here, we meet, braid, merge
Sorry for the agony, Amrita. As others in the thread have said, your description serves as a guide to wrapping our arms around experience that doesn't cooperate with our cellular desire for always available peace and pleasant moments.
I get this - I am very medication sensitive. Even Tylenol or Ibuprofen sends me on a loop. Seems like we've both been on pain meds these past few days! In it together. Sending the strength of my healing to you dear friend <3