There was an old hen with a shoe,
who danced till her face turned blue.
She tripped on a crack,
and fell on her back.
And now the hen tastes like stew!
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Vikki Head
There is life-giving and renewing energy in the written word. I find power and solace behind the pen and keyboard and an outlet for my different passions. I enjoy writing fantasy and sci-fi and poetry will always be my third child.
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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
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