They do seem to mist more in the cold. Blade wounds more so than bullets.
Oh dear! No prompt is going to raise this guy. But this is actually a very intense poem and really poignant. Well done. k.
that be the soul leaving...
ha. nice visuals....and a neat trick that just dont get mesmerized when the sirens start...
Wow! Excellent haiku!Vapors indeed dance, though your corpose never shall again.How macabre.The long lost Yvonne Osborne
Is that a haiku?
Ha! That's a rather grim haiku!
That's what the highway looked like on the drive home today. We actually had rain! Of course, it wasn't near as sensual as your poem!
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