I cut myself
in small pieces; then —
each one of them
gets served. Now eat.
Inedible?
Not quite. I'm poison
when identified. Unknown
I am safe. Stop searching. That
was
tight.
#micropoetry#mpy#poetheme
So my karma
is here
what took
you so long ?
I waited
through ocean deep
soul
I waited as life
for waves of the night
always waiting
for darkness alone
#DimpleVerse#vss#poetr#mpy
I'm running out
of life
glorious dream
soaring days
on rising breeze
such flight so high
still haunting me
on to the
midnight hour
#DimpleVerse#poetry#vss#mpy
wine exudes a
smell of dirt that's
distinct from a
cattle car, dad
would forget how
his spouse's hurt
resembled his,
the drowning drown
each other to
survive, and wine
lets us forgive
who stayed afloat
#mpy#poem#poetry#vss#tastypoem#DimpleVerse#WrittenRiver#WyldeVerse
Why is there a wire leading to that building? the fox-girl asked.
A rich man is entombed there, said one of the gravediggers. He was so afraid of being buried alive, he had a phone line installed to call for help. Sometimes at night, you can hear it ringing.
#vss365#wire