The Serial Killer’s Haiku

(for hour 10—the image prompt this hour)   The Serial Killer’s Haiku black-purple death shrouds bursting with putrefaction finality’s stench  

Son

I thought I’d meet you before now, but I haven’t had the pleasure yet.

Step

The first one is big, each one after easier, you just need to start.

Love Song

Sweetly sing your song, tug at the strings of my heart, breathe love with your words.

A Time Capsule -Poem 5

A time Capsule- Poem 5   A living memory to carry on When I am gone beyond A life jacket to save me When I fly and am no more Horse carriage and treasures   A memory of my likes and dislikes My ceremony of…

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