Twisting, contorted
Branches, roots where limbs should be
I am now the tree
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Stephanie Hoogstad
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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 drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (6)
Definitely a twist at the end. Great work!
This is a powerful one! Such clean, clear lines that gave me an image so relatable, it keeps turning over and over in my mind.
It's such a great haiku for the challenge, Stephanie! I don't know why but my mind went immediately to this new burial practice where people opt out to become compost for their family yards.
Oh this is SO good, that reaching...
Oh shit, did not see that coming! Loved this
Oh, my! Haunting, Stephanie