Morning, readers. I’ve once again played around with different styles to try and beat this writer’s block, so for Day Thirteen I have two connected haikus.
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.: Forest :.
He buried her in
the forest—lush, green, alive.
Oh, the irony.
She loved coming here.
But the pain is now too much.
Drop the match and run.
- Love The Bad Guy
This is beautiful. I love the irony in the first section and understand the pain of his grief in the second. Great post!!
Thank you for the kind words!
I have to wonder, based on previous posts, how did she die? At his hands?
Haha, yes, my writing does seem to imply somthing darker, doesn’t it?
I love both of these but the first one has that amazing line: “lush, green, alive.” I think that will be in my head all day!