Railroad Spine

You are in my bones.
Every time I think I’ve won,
Out seeps your poison.

Curated and Contaminated

Like a museum
Defiled and degraded.
Now I’m on display.

Haiku of Glass and Lies

Shelves full of glass globes.
Does it suck living a lie?
Just when the glass breaks.

Unconditional Haiku

Hate me if you will,
But I did this out of love.
Love will conquer all.

Haiku of Late

The lid has come off
And the monster is about.
What will I find next?

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