Still proud, though her fires
Are quenched now. Time ravaged, she
slumbers. Dreams of youth.
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Angel Whelan
Angel Whelan writes the kind of stories that once had her checking her closet each night, afraid to switch off the light.
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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 drafts4 days ago in Longevity
Comments (5)
Brilliant and beautiful!!!
Beautiful piece. Well done.
This is beautiful and captures Vesuvius so we'll. Excellent work!
I love your take on it, choosing to describe the after yeears.
This is sooooo gorgeous!! My goodness, you REALLY said a lot here. I think Vesuvius was an excellent choice, and you captured her past and present beautifully!!