A/N: My first haiku! Bonus points for anyone who can tell me which literary work it’s from.
Curtains used as dress.
Rooster’s feather in her hair.
The gloves told the truth.
Month: July 2017
Death Becomes Her
Hi everyone!
Sorry for the lack of update this week, but as I’ve been working over 50 hours this week, I haven’t been able to find the time 🙂
I can’t promise you one next week either, as I’ll be off for vacation, but I’ll try my best! 😆
But here’s a repost of a flash fiction for all of you to enjoy 😊
I Got No Talent To Be Heart-Broken
A/N: Okay, so I read all these poems online about being heart-broken, and I figured it would be funny to write a poem about the exact opposite of that.
Enjoy!
I got no talent to be heart-broken,
And I’m told that that is wrong.
But crying my heart out over some guy,
– It simply isn’t done.
I wonder if something is wrong with me,
Since it’s so easy to just let go.
While others hold on with all they have,
Still caught in the afterglow.
But once I see that something is bad,
It’s quite easy to simply escape.
One realisation is all I need,
And I am gone, going away.
For this heart isn’t made for breaking,
And these eyes aren’t meant to cry.
That is why no tears are flowing.
As I here tell you – “Goodbye.”
Complaints
“I want to make a complaint!”
The receptionist turned towards the man with an hidden sigh. She’d known that this guest would be trouble from the moment she’d laid eyes on him, and it appeared that she hadn’t been wrong. What a shame.
“I’m sorry to hear that, sir,” she said. “Is something the matter with the room?”
“Yes!”
She waited for a continuation, but none seemed forthcoming.
“May I ask what?”
“Everything!”
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