By Mike Hedlesky
Every red, orange, and pink shade turns the sky into blistered, angry skin. The sun rises with sharp rays peeling away the burn, making way for a new day’s healing blues and whites. A celestial ocean washing a slate clean.
It crashes into my head. Pounds the coastline of my vision.
“Last night was the last night. Today is the first day.” This is the millionth time I have said this to myself. A million times, I have lied, stopped, and started again.
“This time I mean it. I will mean it.”
The words drown out as I refill my glass.
I liked this – didn’t know where to was going until the end. Very relatable – alcohol, food, whatever “it” is
Great piece – despite the sad reality
Very true. The harsh reality of addiction.
This was amazing. Wasn’t sure where it was going but the ending was surprising.
The reality of addiction. I love how you’ve written this, quite understated but powerful.
beautiful piece!