Morphine Pump
By Jane
Push the button, and morphine soldiers chase the pain asunder, while on the walls pink flowers dance, long stems tapping, and twirling to an unheard song from far away. Walls undulate in another world of reality, to come close, and retreat as if the mind could will it so. The eerie band of morphine soldiers opens a gate to a world next door, while flowers dance on the wall with seeded eyes that twinkle, and smiles that mock my nakedness. Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Dec 23 2001 07:37 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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