1240
A fear is an icy grip
One that chills to the bone.
Breaking free is hard
All warmth seems fleeting.
Haiku Set
1235
Sometimes fog clears slowly
Calm in the wake.
Within a great mechanisation
Clattering steel marbles
Eventually reflect a blue sky.
1227
Weightless white floating flecks
Sweat rolling down my chest.
A ring of stone, a cone of wood
The only things, understood.
Transformation, freed through flame
Hopefully less, remains the same.
1226
On my back with mouth agape
Breathing made harder by her movements.
I do my best and swallow straight
Wanting nothing but to please my dentist.
1224
Innocuous poison
Triggered
Blood turned black.
Happiness attacked
Saddened
Abandoned hopes.