Haiku+by+Mr.+DeVirgilis



the bubbles stare up my pencil shakes - uncertain: should I just pick C?

fear of waves? I laugh but she hears the poor drown souls – murdering spirits

pick your switch to thrash not one that will break or scar but one that will hurt

the killing was safe but the heart! hearken the heart! guilt, the body, sings

the long legg’d spider he tickles my snoring nose explores my wet mouth

taking out the trash I wildly sprint back in fear a bullet may strike

what if I'm alone? not a soul at my death bed a broken heart stings