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.
Comments (7)
Amen to that! ❤️ Loved this Haiku so much!
Ooooo this one hits pretty hard. Love it!
Nice! I love that you shared both for us in the chat, I can see the growth here too. Very witty and poignant.
Brilliantly witty! Loved it🤍
Yay! Vegan! Wonderful Haiku! Loved it! 🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩶🖤💜💙🩵🤍🤎♥️
Deep. Perhaps we will then realize we truly are what we eat. 💙Anneliiese
Nice