I embrace it whole
Fingers pressed, wooden surface
Add honey, no milk.
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Susan Fourtané
Susan Fourtané is a Science and Technology Journalist, a professional writer with over 18 years experience writing for global media and industry publications. She's a member of the ABSW, WFSJ, Society of Authors, and London Press Club.
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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 (5)
There’s a quiet meditative tone that perfectly suits winter’s stillness. The poem feels like a moment paused, inviting the reader to linger with the warmth.
Warms me right up, just like a cup of hot tea. Great haiku, Susan
Fabulous work Susan! 💕
Mmmm, so warm and yummy. Loved this!
This is so cosy and comforting :-)