On my shelf, your silver-framed picture
once held vigil over my sleep.
Now the frame's empty, tarnished,
because you chose to leave.
Now I sleep alone
without your eyes
to see me
while I
cry.
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Kyle Hulbert
Kyle Hulbert is an incarcerated author in Virginia. He lacks direct internet access, but is determined to fulfill his lifelong dream of being a world-reknowned bestselling author despite any obstacles.
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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.
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Really clever
Packed with emotion in so few words. Very nice.
Felt it 😪
So heart wrenching.