haunting and chilling with a twist ❤️

Thank you, Crimsin. This is an old piece from my years fighting morphine addiction, given by doctors to treat my pain from an accident. It took twenty years to get free from it completely — and yet I am not free of pain killers. I’ve no choice there. I’m not sure I will keep this posted. It is not me anymore. But thank you for your words, I appreciate them.

Pain here isn’t metaphor — it’s a rabid animal chewing bone, and you let it howl.
Even in the morphine fog, your voice stays feral and human, refusing to die quiet.

The urgency in this is palpable. The way concepts almost run together in the frantic need. Intense. That’s a good word for it. It feels like PTSD and addiction ripping at the page here. Brilliant but it makes me sad for the man who survived that, and glad that it was in the past

I’m aware of the phases of pain, Curt, and you seem to be as well, tho I do see some differences in our perceptions of it. You might like my piece, “Dark Alice Comes to Call.” Hmmm, I just checked, and it seems I never uploaded that one. Strange, I’ll have to remedy that. In the meantime, along the same lines is, “Dead Muse.” It’s here somewhere.

This is a good story. Caught with the help of two paper boys. You had some fun times back then.

Strait to the point and it makes on long to find out what is the “IF”

Nicely done, Neville. I like the idea of infinite possibilities my friend. Nothing wrong with getting to the point. Appreciate you.

Damian

So short, So perfect.