Bags: a four-part haiku

mollycatlos
Dec 30, 2025
1 min read

No more bags for you.

The ones under my eyes are

Enough: I don't sleep.

I use the same drugs

You abuse to calm me down

Thanks to your actions.

We both sweat and scream

And don't make sense to our friends -

For different reasons:

You run away from

Yourself. And I can't help but

Run toward you again.

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