His breath smelled of decay Halfway rotting as he stumbled forward Still covered in dirt
Blackout #227
Nothing seems wasteful to the stars
Poisonous
Everything dies With enough arsenic
Haiku #212
Everyone has a Price these days so my dear go On and name your price
Ghosted
Never heard from him again Saw the obit A week later
Invisible
No one stares back in the mirror I've finally faded to nothing Am I finally taking up
Keeping Silent
Screams in the night are ignored As people turn away It's no business of mine
Rebound
He was supposed to be dead But there he stood with sightless eyes Still in the clothes we buried him in
It was All a Dream
She startled awake And screamed herself hoarse As she rocked in the corner
Buried Alive
Dirt in my mouth Nowhere to spit it out The dirt keeps pouring it
Fragment of a Figment 