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poppies slowly drained all purity from her pupils,
drifting toward hopeless, but hardly heartless.
the dope and coke chocked up inside her.
...
and in the midst of a narcan dream, perhaps a hand of divinity;
purged her of all lucidity. and in some nightmare, something like
a foreign horror:

she bleached her last rig and built a bottle rocket to launch through oblivion.