I’ve reached the point in the month when everything going on has started to wear me down and I need a moment to breathe. So, in lieu of the second half of the divorce story, I’m giving you four Haiku.

1.
Whispers in the walls
Echo words I dare not speak
Breath against my neck

2.
Lights flicker, then die
The mirror reflects a face
That isn’t my own

3.
Moonlit graveyard moans
Roots twist like fingers below
Graves shift in their sleep

4.
Curtains sway at night
Though the windows never move
Something watches close