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trip wires everywhere
conversation runs dry as
a barren desert
About the Creator
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 (9)
Deep! Love this haiku.
Oof, this hits like stepping on a LEGO—sharp and clever! Love the desert vibe.✨
It truly sucks when this happens. Loved your poem!
Excellent choice if words for a haiku, humanistic blending with nature.
I loved the trip wire referencing a bad conversation
A conversation at an end and what do we do now Good one.
Sounds like a tough confrontation!
Brilliant! Senyru and Haiku in one!
Brilliant & Fabulous!