Wednesday, November 30, 2016

At times I want to 

shed out of my memories
but who would I be? 

.Laura Curren.

Sometimes I'm so subtle it hurts,
like my love is watching everything 
through the crack of a wall. 
Or I'm not this at all; 
my jealous heart smashes through 
& anything protecting me from 
making a fool of myself has flown off 
& away from me to the ground. 
After I may collect myself 
& try to piece together what erupted 
but what does it matter 
when it's already all out there? 

.Laura Curren.

Let me be shallow 
for a moment to wonder 
what you would taste like

Haiku 41 .Laura Curren.
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