Shrouded (Photo credit: Mountain Hermit)
In secret black webs
evil thoughts bake with bright blood
hidden plans, cookies?
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Black gooey shrines
mask the real terror of life,
Every day moments.
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A white gown of lace
now fitted to perfection
her stark red lipstick.
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Misty, cloudy fog
squeezed me away from my Love
Twists my throat, deeply.
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Terrifying!
Enshrouding
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thank you?
Warm wishes, Laurie https://hibernationnow.wordpress.com
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I had to go back and reread the first haiku so I could get a smile back on my face.
Pretty powerful imagery.
“Twist my throat deeply” That’s an incredible line and describes loss perfectly.
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I had to write about the yellow roses in the yellow vase RIGHT after!!!
Warm wishes, Laurie https://hibernationnow.wordpress.com
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actually the first one was the worst….
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