Tiny pills and liquid bottles with stickers of drowsy eyes.
Fill my mouth/throat tightens as the bulge of narcotics move
scratchingly down my throat.
i lay there naked on the cold floor.
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Sandra, very emotionally stretched individual here. It would be interesting to know know just what made her turn over the brink and finally want to end it all. Top marks for another brilliant write. Thank for sharing it my friend. David
reminds me of those pieces i read written by plath - when she tried to kill herself.
I must agree with David on this, i hope this is you in real life Sandra...