SHATTERED First published as Addiction 2021 Did the scarecrow ever leave Oz, put his new brain in a bucket by the door like an unwanted umbrella, then go jogging back down the yellow brick road to his post in the cornfield? Did the crows again mock him, marking his truancy like a flock of high priests, their caw of unforgiveness invoking an evil wind to carry it over the Emerald City, shattering dreams into a million green shards? My dreams lie shattered on the floor of addiction, no softness given in the love of a substance designed for degradation.
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