Haikus 5.10.19

Slow

roots tear the concrete
rip apart the old blacktop
a slow eruption

Just

Presently we sit,
nursing an awkward silence.
You were just kidding.

Room

my blood runs colder
when he snaps his long fingers
silencing the room

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