walks on his own
in the cemetery.
She wonders what he thinks about.
the dead?
© Rachel Green 2016
distant dog
calls for companionship
twilight barking
© Rachel Green 2016
a friend edits
an old novella
'The boy who couldn't lie'
I'm almost afraid to look
at the new critique
© Rachel Green 2016
head pressure
fells like a tidal wave
in my temples
a bout of tinnitus
but at low frequency
enterprise hum
take another aspirin
© Rachel Green 2016
The tap water tastes foul. Arsenic.
© Rachel Green 2016
2 comments:
"The dead?" Or a new love? The young are so irreverent.
Please feel better. *hugs*
fickle teens!
I'm doing my best!
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