Nothing remains

Obliterate, for ever.
Leave a smudge on the table and
A haze in the air.
Reflection, butterfly breaks and scatters.
Holes grow until
Only edges remain, until
Nothing.

Except
I remember
flickering pleasure.
In destruction
In forgetting

Streetlights waver.

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Winter Haiku

Three jumps flying leap
Into nothing, everything
They stare quietly.

. . . . . .

Eyes turned inwards.

Clink of spoons. A room full of words. Ink follows my pen, because that's the way it works.
A tired gaze from the page. I'm making dust, carving patterns in fibres that probably no-one will ever read. When I am gone, the words will be too. But, for now, they're all there is.
Now imagine all of this.
Imagine it so it's real
Imagine the spaces filling up and filling in until you can't breathe or see or think or-


and then
suddenly
gone. everything. empty.


Breathe.

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