She’s Not A Lady

House of Heart

Winter does not empathize
with withered branches or
displaced birds fleeing waves
of frozen breath.
Her howling wind is a laugh out loud and
she hasn’t the grace to cover her mouth.
A tease of holly and evergreen flicker
at the curve of billowed thighs
glistening folds of hallowed mounds
drift in other worldly sighs ensnared
in her exquisite binds.

Silence--by-Karol-Bak[1]

art by Karol Bak

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davidbrucehaiku: the number is wrong

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The number is wrong

Women are too critical

We know she’s a ten

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NOTE: This happens over and over. Women underestimate their beauty. Later, they look at old photographs and think, “I was hot!”

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Pillow Thoughts

Sarah Doughty

“Sometimes, when my head hits the pillow,
I wonder if you’d be happier if I was gone.”

Every night, when my head hits the pillow, thoughts run through my mind. About us. What we were. What we could have been. How everything has changed — and not all for the better. Sometimes I wonder if you’d be happier if I wasn’t here. And sometimes, once my thoughts quiet, I dream of that reality. I see the smiles. The way you don’t carry stress in your shoulders. Like you’re waiting for the shoe to drop. The freedom in your eyes. Like you’re no longer burdened by me. And when I wake, the thoughts stir once more.

Those dreams. They feel so real. Even though what I see is beautiful, it breaks my heart to wonder if that would be your reality if I was gone.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

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The Ache

Sarah Doughty

“And I hope my heart is enough.
Because that’s all I have left to give.”

My heart lingers in the air, reaching out to you, but it’s trapped by me and my walls. And I wonder if you can feel my ache. How I miss you. How I miss the way things used to be. I wonder if you can sense how much I still need you. Yet, at the same time, wish I could just be. Loving you the way you deserve. I don’t know if this will ever change — if our reality will stay the same. But I know it’s taken me too long. And with no end in sight, I release my heart. I cut that tether and watch it float away. Watch it drift towards you. And I hope that’s enough. Because that’s all I have left to give.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

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