Bricks

dawn breaks (her backbone)
unmoving
he laughs at her grief

a life in fragments
same old trip
down memory lane

she scoops up pieces
and endures
yet another void

broken teeth chatter
the soundtrack
abstract, bitter truth
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5-3-5 syllabic Kelly Lunes (the American Haiku)

Guilty

smoke trickles from her lips
and she averts her eyes
shame, plain on her face.

the ashtray is overflowing
while the haunted
tick tock
of the clock on the wall
seems to echo
through the crammed space,
a lash with every sound.

he stares at her
mouth dry
and unable to spit the poisonous words
he wants to throw at her
for he knows
they will never reach her core.

he loved her once ~
now he can barely stand her
but his feet weigh a ton.
he is not strong enough
to move them
and walk out the door.

she smiles at him,
thin and stretched,
tired
and the irony
makes him explode
in hysterical laughter.