Wicks
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Matchsticks
they say we’re all snowflakes
They Grew in Threes
they grew in threesin untended spacesdark and twisted treesthey grew in threesseeds carried by a cold breezethe chill stung our facesthey grew in threesin untended spaces dark and twisted treesseedlings sprouted with easebare branches, diseaseddark and twisted treescasting shadows of uneasethe roots interlacingthey grew in threesdark and twisted trees
Delicate Decay
slept too long, mushrooms bloomeda delicate decaybeetles danced in the gloomslept too long, mushrooms bloomedthe celebration will be over soonfaded with the light of dayslept too long, mushrooms bloomeda delicate decay
Autumn’s Cold Touch
those icy shadows reach further out
Outside an Abyss of My Own Creation
bats flutteroutside my windowthrough dark foliage while I float in an abyssof my own creationbats flutter through chilledSeptember airoutside my window fading beams of lightflickerthrough dark foliage
Haiku 90
tangerine sun
Haiku 71
rain patters on tin
The Choice
I made my choicesearching the shelvesthe serpents rejoicedI made my choicethe black spine whispered with his voice“know thyself”I made my choicesearching the shelves
a day unraveling
A quick response to an old writing prompt from Go Dog Go Cafe.
Everyday Strange 