Haiku

5 Haikus

I erase the days--
to make room for the future.
My presence isn't present.


I am killing me.
Today I'll try to repair--
what I did before.


I've gotten so used--
to wearing this mask that I--
don't recognize me.


The miles are safe.
I can feel you from here just--
fine. Keep your distance.


Every drop of--
alcohol brings me one step--
closer to my dad.
 
Eager frackers suck.
Energetic. No finesse.
Gotta keep things moist.
 
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