Caught in the corner,
accosted by shadows
and whispers of inadequacy,
she flinches.
Batting at sight unseen--
her inaudible hisses
swallowed by the demand
for silence.
Haiku [untitled]
Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
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Today's color: White GISH Starchy shrapnel covers the cutting board-- evidence of a warped mind driven to carve a couch ...
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