Haiku Horizons – Page 7 – aka, The Abject Muse

Mis-Marriage

My mama told me: “That boy shady, no damn good.” So, I married him.

Once-yellow tractor Abandoned and forgotten caked with rust and time.

Safe within my heart our secret burns like wildfire; sweet conflagration

Sky swollen and grey angry clouds threaten to burst like water balloons.

Blew through a stop sign. Red lights, sirens, no license. It’s butt-pucker time.