Betta Tryptophan
Aug 9, 2017 · 1 min read

A one line poem for Tamyka Bell’s Chalkboard prompt “Escape”

Infinite repetition, regression, recapitulation in a medicine cabinet. Image by Gregory Bloom via Flickr. (Cropped). License.

The pain nudges me,

Then pushes, stabs, twists me —

A false escape tempts me;

But the only way out

Is through —

Repeat slowly, with focus,

As I pull open the cabinet

And take one less pill tonight.


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Stories that share the lived experience of chronic pain opens up the dark space that people living with it experience. This is a collection of stories of resilient action, thoughtful questioning and defiant resistance to the daily challenges that pain brings.

Betta Tryptophan

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Blue-haired middle-aged lady with a tendency to say socially and politically incorrect things and to make inappropriate jokes. Awkward and (sort of) proud of it

Pain Talks

Stories that share the lived experience of chronic pain opens up the dark space that people living with it experience. This is a collection of stories of resilient action, thoughtful questioning and defiant resistance to the daily challenges that pain brings.

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