In February 2017, my fianc? disappeared after pulling me into the cyclone of his opioid addiction. Writing poetry was my therapy. I hope that they will be comforting or validating to people who've had similar experiences. This is the first poem: He's on the street.
My love is on the street. How could it be that it is I who put him there,
The only way to protect myself from the poison that has taken him over. His body, and...
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