He has that sober addict-wounded animal-fighting for his life-look.
He has that addict-on the wagon-sliced open by a predator-mammal-clawing for his life back-look.
He has that addict-reptile brain engaged constantly-cold turkey-white knuckling-I shouldn't have to need help-detoxing-fight-flight-freeze-help me or kill me, please-look.
Me.
The Mom
and God
watching
our son(s) and daughter(s)
try to get off
Oxy
Heroin
Perks
She's an IV drug user
She did Heroin throughout her pregnancy
The baby was born in withdrawal
The grandmother.
My sister
and
Kali
listening
to a stranger
describe
our child(ren)
to their own child(ren)
so that they
might
not
pick up
try it out
go down the path
to family heartbreak
Me, my sister
and
Durga
nod
and
with hearts ablaze with empathy
say
softly
you won't know it's coming friend
you won't feel it coming dear one
you won't see it begin my love
but
you will
hear
the roar
in
your own head
a voice
that wails
No and why and how and ...
when you finally
and irrevocably know
you will
feel the tears
burn like a hand on the stove
that you will leave there
so you know
this is not a nightmare
you are awake
and you will feel this pain
until it stops.
Make it stop
Make it stop
Make it stop
Please.
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