Change

looking for a change but I can’t change.

real

if being “real” is being cruel, then I’d rather not be real.

Radio

my radio is quiet.

plum

sweet plum sticky on pale fingers

Twisted

we’re twisted.

Soul

It’s you.

wrinkles

wrinkles hold stories of triumphs and tribulations.

tangled

past and present and future become tangled when gods meddle with fate.

elegiac

an elegiac haiku for the word elegiac.

Bliss

at peace.