DistortedYou're like a young child laughingin a dirty bus stop, shatteringthe grimy plastic windows withsharp, high-pitched shards of sound.You pull strings of tendon from me sliver by sliver through my earsand smile, wrapping them aroundyour undersized, over-fed heart.If you should pull my nails one by one from my finger-tipsit would feel as delicious asice-cold water to my parched lips.My nerves dance like daisies in the breeze
Haiku IV"Play with us!" they saidgiggling, running around memy innocent words.
Haiku IIINut-brown, she stands tall,black hair shining in the sun.Strong, regal. Woman.
Haiku IIThat day, my lost voicereturned to me from nowhere.So I cried, and sang.
Haiku IThe cold sends the hairson my arms into frenziesof stiff watchfulness.
Heartthere's a crayon-heartmelting on the bedroom wallthose oily pinkish streamslike watered blood, fallingto the carpet; they are absorbedand disappear until that heartis unrecognisable like our love.
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