Hidden mementos
A closet of shadows, bare
Breathe me in again
About the Creator
Allie Bickerton
She / Her - Canada
I spent most of my life immersed in visual arts and I neglected my literacy.
Nurturing harboured emotions and poetic thoughts I’ve stashed within.
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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 drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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I love how you can really feel the emotion dripping from this poem. Beautifully written.