Haikus for Madeline Cont.


typing on dirty
surfaces in the late night
the keys should be white

the broken drywall
covering the gallery
i breath in the dust

stale spit in my mouth
forming familiar tastes
lack of words are home

it is getting cold
outside the smoke forms a cloud
i breathe on your face

slowly i change pace
counting all the cracks every time
makes me feel so safe

peanut butter smeared
a layer on my sketch book
it smells of nuts now


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