like sand

like sand through fingers

i fell from you, not sure yet

if i meant to fall

07.2013

[written in response to the prompt "Sand" over at Haiku Heights. xo]

exhale my own

muddy-sensed, i try

breathing in through undead eyes;

exhale my own breeze

03.2013

[written in response to the prompt "Breeze" over at Haiku Heights.]