A vision after being sick and then death comes, written through a Haiku.
Torn between what you are and what you could beA regular Dr. Jekyll and Mr. HydeNever knowing which one I will see nextWith every word or phrase I…
A traumatized tooth speaks
Before birth, I was told
It’s so empty outside, my stars aren’t shining
A Tanka on Shingles
My body hurts me
Such a daunting task it is…loving youToo afraid for things to be ‘too good’because good things they…
When Words Come Too Late
Abyss of dark emotions
Drowning in insecurities
I wake up in the sunThe tears drip down my faceI realize what’s goneYou left me a disgrace