Holiday Break – Returning January 2024
My hands won’t stop trembling, my stomach hurts. I hug myself to stop the feeling, but I can’t.
I feel my body plunge into the cool gray-blue windows of Mark’s eyes.
Mistakes were made. Elfje poetry in three parts.
Silence, as if everything is dead.
Haiku.
Senryu.
I don’t need her fear piling on top of my own.
