A Corner of My Own

Spiders.

I’m afraid of them.

I see them.

I kill them.

One night,

I turned the lights on.

A big black spider

Scampered in the ceiling.

I walked in slowly

And afraid

As the spider ambled

To the corner.

There it stayed

Away from harm.

And for the first time,

I didn’t want to kill it.

I wanted to be like it.

I wanted to find

I wanted to be

In a corner of my own.

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Question and Answer

She asked, he answered.

Certainly the right question.

Just the wrong answer.

Kites

That time of the year

Clear skies and cool steady breeze

Multicolored kites.

A Six-Word Story

I feel too empty to talk.

A Six-Word Story

I’ll be okay. I don’t quit.

A Six-Word Story

Doing my best to quit you.

A Six-Word Story

First, love. Then everything becomes lovable.