Silver Spoon(ie)

My silver bullet. 

I want to climb out of my skin, 

Leave this sick behind. 

Painkiller Poetry

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When the cows attack the kidneys turn to stone

Such milky sweet addiction petrifies me

Like the wife of Lot, I cannot help but turn back and look

But now I’m just a pillar of salt, a pillar of pain

When the cows attack the kidneys turn to stone.

(Note: it’s been a long night… Also: hospitals are like airports for sad people).

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