Haiku #104
Little pills rattlein a golden, metal tinlike a Siren’s Song.
I like to write stuff. So I'll do it here. Hopefully it will connect to you somehow.
My many attempts to capture a visceral moment in short form.
Little pills rattlein a golden, metal tinlike a Siren’s Song.
I need to see me, without mirrors, or photos:my soul’s truest face.
Powerlessness is: painful emotions locked inunreachable realms.
What is this silence?This vacuum of nothingnessthat shakes the soul loose.
Blue-lined horizonskimming against the sky’s edgewhispering secrets
Salty winds whipcrows cry in the distant hillssoft warnings of death