unfinished (passing thought)

...anxiety settled in the crease of her brow. She sat like a war time Jew in silent suffering, waiting for the phone to ring; life or death on the other line--fate hanging in the balance. She fights hard the urge to abort present because future could become quite grim...

Sensations

Words sweet like cherry lip gloss
Slipped off the tongue and into
Auditory excitement

Smiles greet as pleasantries exchange
Then eventually, numbers--
The inevitable always begins this way...

...then somehow upsets, disgusts and surprises
With a different excitement while we watch
As he slips some more of that hypnotic nectar
Sweetly into another unsuspecting ear

Cheaters Haiku

Whispers quietly
Scream obvious truth to me
As I watch my porch

Vignette #1

silence breaks in staccato notes as i realize i can't sing him to your tune

Vignette # 2

blood smeared tears cleanse black and blue cries conjured up from the depths of a breaking will; hope seeps through the cracks...and saved spirit once again

Vignette # 3

it hurts; like first light hitting nocturnal eyes--this lie called love