#184 (white fog)

betrayal

the soft embrace

of sinister substances

dampening my pain

and everything else

a sharp aching

becomes

a dull throb

barely noticeable

my body relieved

my liver is not

the path  slippery

the border to

addiction

wide-open

always a choice

and I keep

forgetting

how pain really feels

my mind lost in

a white fog

20th November

 

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