Why not...I need a break
Here's a cheerful, little Haiku ditty to digest:
Slippin' on a Haiku High
Kitty coroner
Sleek, her tongue on mooted flesh
Still she blushes red
Killer in my room
Rusted blush upon the lip
Taste my sotted soul
Rumpled kisses torn
Lying on my tattered mouth
Leaking twist of spit
Killer in my room
Hush to hear the fabric sigh
Seated next to me
Staring at my dreams
Eyes that burn clean through my lids
Savored moment nears
Close the bag I plead
Blood-flung plastic I call home
Toe tag zip me up
Killer in my room
Quick the visit, long my cries
Toe tag zip me up
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