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Chapter 1
First Weight of Morning
Before the Buzz
What if morning begins before the alarm, with the body already braced for the sound that will accuse it?
At 6:10, the phone shudders against the wooden crate, a trapped insect insisting on one more failure.
I reach without looking. The screen blooms - 6:11, three missed chances inside one minute.
The room stays dark as if darkness has weight, as if it has learned my name and pressed its thumb against my chest.
I silence the alarm. The silence does not lift.
It settles deeper, a second blanket, a hand over the mouth of everything I meant to become.
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The Seam
The pillow has a narrow wet seam where my face kept turning without finding sleep.
Salt stiffens the cotton. One thread has come loose, curled like a small white nerve against my cheek.
The alarm waits on the floor, its blue numbers blinking 6:30, 6:30, 6:30, though I have already lost the hour.
I press my thumb into the damp place.
It gives back nothing - no answer, no clean beginning, only the cold proof that the night passed through me.
From the hallway, light enters under the door, thin as a blade and just as useless.
I tell myself: rise. The word falls flat.
The pillow keeps the evidence. The seam keeps opening.
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Hallway Light
The hallway bulb has been on since someone forgot it yesterday.
It reaches the bedroom in a pale rectangle, stopping three inches from the bed.
The alarm buzzes again. I let it buzz.
Its vibration travels through the floorboards, up the bed frame, into the soaked edge of the pillow.
Nothing warms.
Not the light. Not the hour. Not the hand I lift to cover my ear.
A moth circles the bulb until it drops onto the runner carpet, its wings folded shut.
I watch it lie there and envy the stillness, then hate myself for envy.
The hallway keeps shining without entering.
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Morning Gravity Scan
At 6:45, the alarm is face down beside a glass of water gone warm overnight.
I begin the Morning Gravity Scan:
Can my fingers close? Can my feet carry the small, brutal distance from mattress to door?
The pillow seam is wet again. I do not ask why.
The hallway light waits with its familiar fever, bright but unable to touch the skin.
I count the floorboards - one, two, three - then lose the number inside my breathing.
The phone buzzes. A message gathers behind the dark screen.
I leave it there.
Some mornings, gravity is not the pull toward earth but the force that makes a body refuse its name.
Still, my heel finds the floor.
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After the Alarm
The alarm has stopped, but its echo keeps working inside the walls.
The pillow lies open at the seam, a small gray mouth holding what the night released.
Under the door, the hallway light remains cold enough to preserve every object it touches:
the glass, the phone, the shirt on the chair, my hand curled into the blanket.
I stand only halfway up, bent beneath the morning like a question no one has answered.
Then the light shifts - not warmer, not kinder, only wider - and reaches the pillow, the floor, the place where I am still breathing.
End of chapter one. 23 more chapters in the full book.
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What's inside: 24 chapters
- 1. First Weight of Morning
- 2. Inventory of Unanswered Calls
- 3. Cartography of Bruises
- 4. Hands That Won’t Stop Shaking
- 5. Static Under the Skin
- 6. Nightmares in Open Windows
- 7. Flashback Footsteps
- 8. The Quiet That Eats Speech
- 9. Blackwater Thoughts
- 10. Mania’s Bright Trapdoor
- 11. Speed in the Bloodstream
- 12. Crash Like a Closed Door
- 13. ADHD Storm of Tabs
- 14. Time Without Handles
- 15. The Body’s Refusal Signal
- 16. Rituals of Small Heat
- 17. Breath as a Rope
- 18. Grounding Through Five Objects
- 19. Night Safety Lights
- 20. Message Drafts for Dark Hours
- 21. Urges as Weather Fronts
- 22. Aftercare for the Body
- 23. Letters to the Future Self
- 24. Salt Poems for Dawn
About this book
"Sad Poems For Dark Days" is a poetry collection book by Taj J Hoff with 24 chapters and approximately 15,740 words. Poetry collection addressing severe mental health struggles.
This book was created using Inkfluence AI, an AI-powered book generation platform that helps authors write, design, and publish complete books.
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Poetry collection addressing severe mental health struggles
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The book contains 24 chapters and approximately 15,740 words. Topics covered include First Weight of Morning, Inventory of Unanswered Calls, Cartography of Bruises, Hands That Won’t Stop Shaking, and more.
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