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Creeping, deadened, weight,
Icy poison swallows me
Only my eyes move
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Conor Darrall
Short stories, poetry and some burble . Irish traditional musician, medieval swords guy, draoi and strange egg. Bipolar/ADD/CPTSD/Brain Damage. Currently querying my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com
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Comments (3)
I like this. Everything fits together so perfectly— the title, the choice of art, and of course the words you chose for the haiku. The last line is my favorite “only my eyes move” not dead, but at the mercy of the poisoner.
Oooo, that was dark. Loved your Haiku!
Love it