Glass Houses

silence surrenders
a maelstrom
truth’s deformity

all screams turn to glass
the bottom
of a shattered life

and every word tastes
like cat piss
swallowed greedily

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5-3-5 syllabic Kelly Lunes (the American Haiku)

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Love (un-twined)

Total eclipse;
where lovers once embraced
darkness lingers;
ashes of vivid flames
still hot on soul’s naked surface

Ruin rages
bitterness gags reason,
passion turns on itself, reveals sharp fangs
and,
stirred by dire injury,
sets out
to cripple,
to maim

Undying love
they swore, voices steady;
once treasured memories
turned to gaping wounds;
tears dry
on hollow cheeks;
agony drips venom
on dull-edged hearts

Consciousness takes hold;
long, sleepless nights reveal
foolishness
of a battle fought
with teeth and nails;
anger fades
and fades
and fades…
with each day
comes an easier breath

Endings are never easy;
and if feelings were true,
under the watchful eye
of the hourglass
love
turns to hurt
turns to hate
turns to heartache
turns to indifference
turns to truce.

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Over at dVerse Poets’ Pub, ManicDdaily has us writing about armistice/truce. This is what I came up with. Come join us at the bar!

photo credits: davidalbarron.blogspot.com