Bloodied knees of mother Scrape two jointed bones on gritty ground. Cradled in arms, and upon earthly bosom, the infant rests unmoving at her breast. Words spill from beaded lips inside water droplets mothers muttered prayers. Into rivers wide mouth, she releases to rushing rapids Her son. Last light from moon slivered beam dagger, stalks …
It's never too late. Until it is. Words from my husband in quotations. "The game has changed." Fentanyl has changed the opioid epidemic. We are now facing an overdose epidemic with devastating and deadly reach. The potency of fentanyl creates through-the-roof tolerances, and intensifies the brains dependence on dope. It's also a killer. "In the …
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