opiod by Angela Thomas there's nothing left but pain and a body that used to house memories and laughter, friends and parties. i applied an opiod patch to her skin, latex green fingers sticking to the medication coated plastic in the process, careful not to touch it myself. side effect: death. then i handed her a different kind of shot glass. one with a little white pill that's seven times the strength of morphine, so powerful many pharmacies refuse to carry it. nothing left to do, but let it ride, enjoy the ride, put down control and let god in. time to go. 03/15/2010 Posted on 03/16/2010 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/16/10 at 07:10 PM Just awesome. The visuals in those first two stanzas are wonderfully captured. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)