Flowers of Strife

forge

Fear is an anvil

That fashions

Of vulnerability a carapace

In these fierce designs

Anger festers as contempt

With oil slicks

Of cancerous blood

*

Obscured by darkness

My vision

Can see only deception

A future cast

In the decapitated shadows

Of regret

I ache before

I can be undone

In your malicious hands

*

These brimstone kisses

Flowers of the forge

Scalding on assembly

These relics of affection

Backhanded rage

Screaming on delivery

*

All our memories

Have become malignant.

In each other’s eyes

We are cruel

Capable of any atrocity

And what we accuse

Is far more vicious

Than any placement

Of furrowed hands

Siren

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I pray for tears

Sparks of forgiveness

Love
*

I find indifference

Baseless accusations

Resentment
*

I dream of voracious desire

Endless nights

Fire
*

I receive broken promises

Haughty reproofs

Deception

*

I look into brilliant eyes

Filled with malice

Distant

Pause

Underneath you

I am

Only a pause

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(I am hoping my writer’s block will lift I’ve been dissatisfied with everything I’ve written this morning; this is clearly the shortest haiku I have ever written!)