
his dead body rests beneath gloomy cypress trees that will never tell of the hatchet in his skull nor the sin he committed ©2023 jai tanka
his dead body rests beneath gloomy cypress trees that will never tell of the hatchet in his skull nor the sin he committed ©2023 jai tanka
Image my own watercolor painting.
at height of summer near a seldom-traveled road house sprawls lazily lulled by feasting, buzzing bees… wildflower banquet ©️2023 jai tanka
told too many times
“be quiet, child, you talk too much—
be seen and not heard”
she finds friends under her bed
who listen in the deep dark
dark has its own voice
a twisted cacophony
of hurt and anger
it plants a vengeful earworm
that screams day and night for blood
©️2023 jai
(Note: Some of you guys may have read this a few days ago. Somehow, I inadvertently moved it to a draft, so am republishing.)
Above Image by Hands off my tags! Michael Gaida from Pixabay