Within the mist
Her somber steps
Silent fall
Where’er she go
Grim tidings trail
Mournful call
Fairy or ghost
From mound or grave
Matters not
Ancient or young
Fate is the same
Bitter lot
I saw her once
Long silver hair
Shifting red
Her countenance
Melancholy
Nothing said
Tonight I hear
Silence breaking
Howling song
But I won’t fear
Her shrieking cry
My time’s done
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
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Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
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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.
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