Wring it out And let it dry Once it's clean Let it go And feel yourself Repair -Kel Dayheart
Battered
She wanted someone To dance with But all she got Were two bruised feet -Kel Dayheart
Control
I feel your hands Around my neck Like a choke collar -Kel Dayheart
Assertive
He demanded attention In the quietest way I'd have ever seen -Kel Dayheart
Shrinking Violet
Feeling small as hell Even as I try To stand tall -Kel Dayheart
The Storm in his Eyes
I put the shutters down In my mind And hope to weather The storm I see you brewing -Kel Dayheart
Politician’s Wife
She was done up in pastel Then buffed and polished Until all the creases gave way And she was only A shallow reflection Of her true self -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #153
Hammers pound and nail Until my brain resembles Holey Swiss cheese
Blackout #164
Drained of you
Second Place Silver
They say There is always A silver lining But I find That little ray A poor Consolation prize -Kel Dayheart
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