Where they sent me
To recover
Destroyed parts of me
Unseen
The soft parts
Of my underbelly
Soiled
And broken,
I’m
Like a doll
Who cocks her head
And smiles on cue
Open my mouth
And take a pill
To swallow the crazy
That no one else
Wants to see
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The dizziness overwhelms
And she finds it hard to take a step
Not ready to let go of the banister to
Stand on her own two feet
The nausea comes next
In waves
Sort of like pregnancy
But there’s nothing to look forward to here
Like the smell of a newborn
Cuddled in her arms
Just the loneliness surrounding
And the palpable metallic taste
That comes and goes in her mouth
Reminding her she’s made of flesh and blood
Reminding her what she puts in must
Find release, somehow
The healing will come, with time,
But withdrawal is a different beast altogether
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From Where She Stands 