From the top, the fields
Become a patchwork blanket
Of a thousand greens
About the Creator
Beth Sarah
We've been scribbled in the margins of a story that is patently absurd
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts4 days ago in Longevity
Comments (4)
Are you Irish ? Loved this.
A vivid image, painted by language alone. Love the word 'patchwork'. 🙂
Lovely. I want to wrap myself up in this cozy quilt of a poem
Love a thousand greens!!! Fabulous Haiku!!!