Haiku 90
tangerine sun
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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.
Haiku 70
footsteps are muffled
I’m Soaking
I may not bathe in the blood of virgins like Countess Báthory
Catalyst
sometimes I feel like something is growing inside me
The Ronaldo’s
they came cold and pale
Toxic
exhaustinghow somemen will keepplanting seeds where grasswas not meant to growever
Wicks
I don’t
Everyday Strange 