Enveloped by soft clean sheets, a warm furry body snuggled in the crook of my elbow, a paw tickling my nose
The sweet sting of mint lingers on my tongue
A soft blue glow from the air purifier outlining his ears, his eyes twitching as he dreams
I breathe in the scent of laundry detergent, rosemary mint conditioner, and faint Frito paws
Closing my eyes, I fall asleep to the rustling curtains and his soft breaths
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Shelby Larsen
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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 drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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I love it. Your dog is so very special!
Gorgeous poem!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕