Haiku – Page 21 – aka, The Abject Muse

Storm

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.

The Daily Post Love is what happens when lust is taken to heart and goes to your head.

Snuck out last night to meet at our usual spot — for one last goodbye

The years tell their tale in the mirror’s reflection smashed to smithereens.