Dexterous

My mind moves
The way the cold wind
Creeps through the cracks
Of windows not quite shut.

a.l.c

Asylum (a haiku)

My thoughts hold me down
Hostage, my brain like a cage
Self imposed prison.

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Hit and miss

Our communication leaves me
Covered in yellow bruises
Left by your attempts
To understand,
And you
Covered in red and grey dust
Splatters of my attempts
To explain myself.

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Grammar Check

I miss how you held me
Between syllables,
Vowels touching consonants.
The way your hands
Slipped commas across my lines.
Now I notice you forgetting
To dot the i’s and cross the t’s
Even on important words,
And I sit here and wonder
Why you forget to proof read.

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