The Fourth Trimester (haiku)
for Time Capsule Challenge
The Fourth Trimester
His cries escalate
as 2:00 am turns to 3:00.
Tell me it will end.
About the Creator
Abby Seber
Author of full-length poetry books: Brewing, All-Nighter, and Entanglements. And popular science book The Universe Untangled: Modern Physics for Everyone. Solo poems in small-press pubs. Painter and mother of 2 cutie patooties under age 3.
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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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