i hold my knees down
thoughts swirl after i answer
monsoon is endless
Trauma
when little ones fall
never again
will the
birds tweet
the same
never again
will your
laughter line
my ears
never again
will your
warmth sooth
my soul
never again
will my
heart jump
for joy
killing word haiku
the venomous words
eject from a prickly tongue
the heart hides itself

vejo o reflexo
vejo o reflexo da minha alma num espelho de facto a dor paira entre o sangue do coração e a electricidade ela olha para mim e aprendo que está tudo bem sentar-se em silêncio por vezes e apenas sentir através

painful haiku
supple
like
iron
words
hard
as
redwood
branches
hand
heavy
with
hate

mbrazfield (c) 2022

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ptsd
your fingers cured as leather
surprise my cheek and bottom lip
by instinct i recoil
i know you felt it
i smile face looking down
you look at the alley
changing the subject
to how fast flowers die
after being picked without chemical support
by instinct i recoil
paranoid that you might be talking about me
later on in the cobalt night
sitting on my kitchen counter
hoping that maybe those lived in fingers
might think of caressing me again
thrift store dogma
