I may or may not have an unhealthy obsession with Molotov Cocktails and/or revolutions and/or riots. Regardless, I’m pretty stoked about the imagery I constructed in this haiku. Please leave me criticisms.
Cheers, darling.
by Cherise Benton
Sometimes bridges just
need to be set on fire.
Molotov cocktails
for you, dearest, and
for me, too. A toast to mark
our last kiss goodbye.
I lit the candle
and dropped the match between us,
smiled at the flames.
Hate Haiku poetry. Like this. Something to be said.
Fair enough.
mmmhmm i feel the heat. in my trousers.
Very well written. I really enjoyed reading today’s post very much. Thanks for sharing this.
Please read and recommend – Raining Purple Rain
Thank you all
Break up tag?
Tis. I’m experimenting with cheating at generating traffic. So far it’s working.
Actually it’s working very, very well. So there.
I like these.