when the cold creeps in
my hand retreats to safety
beneath your arm’s warmth
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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 (7)
I've been reading through a lot of the Haikus writers have posted this month. This one has been one of my favorites so far!
Short and sweet, Paul
So simple, yet lovely and comforting. I felt calmed just reading this.
Ah, sigh, yes!! Nice job.
I yelp at my husband when he tries that with his cold hands.
Oh, this is such a sweet haiku! I love it.
Lovely in the best way