Dr. Pratistha Strong, D.O. – Personalized Private Medical Care
The following information is from CDC website’s and it’s astonishing: Drug overdose deaths continue to increase in the United States. From 1999 to 2017, more than 700,000 people have died from a drug overdose. Around 68% of the more than 70,200 drug overdose deaths in 2017 involved an opioid. In 2017, the number of overdose deaths […]
Read More If anyone needs help, I’m here!On rotations—at the medical examiner. What makes a mother execute her loving daughter in her slumber? A father’s touch. The mother had left a letter. Something to the extent of, “If I can’t divorce you, then you can’t be a husband to me or a father to your daughter.” and “You will never touch her […]
Read More On Rotation: Mother and DaughterGrow, grow from seed. Two—one part from me –one part from you. Grow, uterus, grow. In a water balloon of life, Hide her in there, Let her play and sleep, Even just a little while longer. Grow, uterus, grown. Anchor those steaks of round ligaments, Swell out a tent of muscle, Push my […]
Read More Grow(For the lucky, Expire when you realize you’re getting just a little older. For the ones that live and live and live, Do you end up just living to die?) Time measured in toothpaste tubes. Enough time to roll the bottom end up. Make that toothpaste keep it’s promise. Hold the roll with a […]
Read More Time Measured in Toothpaste TubesHis human respiration ceased. Agonal breaths remained. A waterless fish lying on the tile floor. A blooming tulip pulled out of its pot home. His hair human-like –silver strands –gold strands –long strands combed and parted to the side. Vermillion border of his lips dissipating. Tubes and wires and beeps and hisses and clugs and […]
Read More I See YouThings lost forever: A tile magnet from Spain. A pair of black tweezers. A pair of red sunglasses. (I found those in 2015, tucked in a drawer, resting in it’s case.) Where are you objects of unnecessity? Why do I obsess about you all? Things I can never lose: The patch of long […]
Read More Things Lost ForeverThe anus is the guardian of modesty. The anus is our sense of control in this living world. We voluntarily controls the levator ani muscle that make up the anus itself. We decide when to pass solids and gas. We decide to empty our bowels. We decide to not embarrass ourselves in public predicaments. We […]
Read More The AnusHave a cookie, Like a tourist. Sit down, And eat yamari. Tasty treat. Dear to hearts. Lose some weight With E. coli pie. Drink water, And survive.
Read More Like A TouristI’d like to have the light on me. I want to be the warmth on you. On anyone I touch. To bring a sparkle in your eye, soul, whole. To transition. I want to hit A beam of light on a crystal drop, and let all the little beams Fly, fly, fly. Off, […]
Read More Fly, fly, flyYou are my Vagus Nerve. My wanderer, my love. You have my lungs, my gut, my heart. You make my voice crack and creek, My ears tickle so deep, My heart pace my beat. Go dive my jugular foramen, Make me sweat in my sleep. Run along side my blood sheathed carotid, Nesting so close, […]
Read More My Vagus, My Love
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