Twitter #MicroPoetry (No.1 – 5)

140 No.1

Lost within swirling pains,
stabbed by a doll’s hunting knife,
luckily shunned by your boring,
pieces emerge faster now,
shooting out Pluto.

~~~

140 No.2

The boy has anonymous women around his thighs.
Something is missing in the cobbles.
Lights locked in a glass box.
Death will be on the wind.

~~~

140 No.3

Wolves will gather in the days to come,
our children’s children will never be safe.
Ignore the copper and run,
time will stop when you want.

~~~

140 No.4

Lying face down
hanging your head over a cliff.

You drag your body back with your toes,
hands to the sea,
the birds refused to get involved.

~~~

140 No.5

Frantic actions,
next one! Next one! Next one!
You’re losing all the time left
and you haven’t tried hard enough!
Don’t let the sand gather!

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