Unheard

She spins gold
From mud
And I spin stories
Unheard
And nothing compares
To the way
I hate myself
The way I
Wring out each tear
Only remembering to
Breathe so that
I can make
Her laugh again

March Haiku #4

Shadows on the wall
Voices flooding the ceiling
Calling me again

Aging

The years score themselves
Upon my face
Lines sketched in 
With a heavy hand
Crosshatched and permanent

Relentless

I can't unlove them
Can't stop the salt
Rising through me
Can't stop the ink
Bleeding through me
Can't stop the scars
Ringing through me
I can't unlove them

March Haiku #3

Small minded gambler
Playing hearts against the truth
Bound to lose again

Please

Wrench me open
Find the poison
And burn it out
So that I might
Feel again

Persist

Dented shins

Bruised shoulders

And a memory

Are all that 

Keep me going

And playing nice