They threw me in dirt
Buried me with their shovel
But I was a seed.
// Another Haiku! Thanks for reading :)
About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Would also work quite fine for a treasure chest (except for the syllable count😁)