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Her fingers touch mine.
They feel cold. Like the copper
of her coffin lid.
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John R. Godwin
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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
Comments (5)
Oh wow.....chills. Reminiscent of Edgar Allan Poe's masterful writing, these brief words instill a multitude of thoughts in your reader: loss, grief, mystery, trepidation, death, horror, creepiness or anxiety, and so much more. An easy A+ on the score for haikus.
Oh creepy!
Oh, this was a painful punch. And you commented about hitting like a hammer under my poem... well, you mastered it! This is haunting and captures loss so well in just so few words.
What a powerful image! You've captured such a heartbreaking moment in just three short lines.
Wow, that last line gave me goosebumps, short but seriously haunting.