Somehow this hush has
Integrated itself in the space between my
Lungs—a place where there used to be an
Echo of life, for you.
Now there is emptiness as loud as Spring
Cicada screams that only
Enhance the nothing that has replaced it.
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Slipping Into Listless Existence No Cadence Endures
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
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 drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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