The door hits the wall,
There is loud howling outside,
But there is no wind.
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Rebecca Patton
Ever since discovering Roald Dahl, I wanted to be an author who would delight and move her readers through her stories. I also wrote my debut novel, "Of Demons and Deception" on Amazon.
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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 (4)
Oooh gave me the shivers
That gave me instant chills, it’s amazing how just a few lines can create such a vivid sense of dread.
Nicely done! I'm loving these Haikus. 💜
Oh shit, it’s not the wind! Loved this!