Photo by Orfeas Green on Unsplash
grey sky, I’m grey-cold
Wind chimes soothe ice water song
Night ember flickers.
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Thirty (one) and Neither Flirty nor Thriving.
I'm thirty-one and orbiting the same few mistakes like they're landmarks. London is already awake before I am (or before I've slept) - sirens somewhere far enough to ignore, buses sighing at stops, people moving with purpose I can't quite borrow. I lie there for a bit, tasting last night at the back of my throat, trying to remember if I meant to drink that much or if it just...happened again.
By Stacey Vellaabout 19 hours ago in Psyche
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This was so beautiful. Loved it@
Ooh, gorgeous!
Love the painting. The tone, imagery, and feel of the haiku are fantastic. The rich language conveys so much in so few words. Really well done.
Stunning, blue ribbon brilliance! Go gurl! 🫶🏾💕
Even the flickering fire feels cold. Well done!
Nice job on this one 🩶🩶🩶