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Lady Fentanyl; An Ode.

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If Fentanyl was personified; she would resemble King Midas, but reign as Queen.

At one point, 750mcg of Fentanyl would have elicited the same pleasure, in me, as a 750kg bar of Gold would in the hands of the King.

Fentanyl presents to me as feminine in form, a cruel, elusive Femme Fatale.

She allows one to experience the purest opioid hedonism, euphoric, apathetic, analgesic, anaesthetic ecstasy.

But only once.
Just once.

The admission price for entry into her Nirvana climbs, scaling linearly with the desperation, the hunger, the agonising desire that only yields to she.
Exponential; in both price and diminishing return.

The true cost?
Only a fool would ask, the inquiry is but rhetoric.

Your soul.

The eternal bliss she promised? A lie. She exists there, alone.
Never again will you accompany her.

Cursed is every mortal who looks Her in the eyes, blinded by the wonderland.
She promises without remorse, her desire is infinite.
Cursed is he who observes Her, and yet cannot see the fiery, demonic, apocalyptic, soul-devouring abyss lurking just behind.
 
thank you so much for sharing this buddy

I wanted to say that I've been personifying drug/drug addictions in my novel, and my current prototype is "Mother Methorexia" (a portmanteau of methamphetamine and anorexia). I've long since wanted to create more personifications for drugs/addictions, and this was a really great read.

It's very true to life and I enjoyed reading it very much. <3
 
Thank you. <3

I have more, though as drafts.
Will be posted soon.

Meth-E-MaT-ics?
;)
 
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