A long, never-ending car ride with your deafening, hard glare.
Haiku challenge
By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Reza Hasannia on Unsplash
slit my mouth, cauterize closed
Death march rests clay soil
zephyr, dead plash
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