Imaginary Friends; a Haiku

I’m getting too old.

For imaginary friends.

No! Not when I write.

Limbo


Blindness. And silence. But for your own beating heart.

The only sound you’ll ever hear, tearing your sanity apart.


 

Witch Burn

“Let’s celebrate that we don’t burn women anymore.”

“Sure. How should we do that?”

“Let’s burn a woman.”

“What?! No! That’s a horrible way.”

“Oh. Okay. Then let’s burn a doll.”


A/N: Another odd, Danish tradition. 

Writing Goals


I tried a chapter,

And I quickly gave up.

So I went for a page

… still couldn’t back it up.

 

Perhaps a paragraph

Is the way to go?

I quickly discover

That the answer is no.

 

But a single sentence.

Success! (if but small).

And a little is far more

Than nothing at all.