Dirt. Detergent. Sweat.
To get your scent back on me
What wouldn’t I give
The Haiku Series by Tweedledee&Tweedledum
Dirt. Detergent. Sweat.
To get your scent back on me
What wouldn’t I give
The Haiku Series by Tweedledee&Tweedledum
I am Alice. I am dying and I am sixteen years young.
Dear Young
At least I get to die being you.
Dear Death
You inching closer makes me nervous. Embrace me already! I hear there’s liberty in you.
Dear Liberty
I lost you the day Hope flew away.
Dear Hope
Stop breeding Misery, wherever you are.
Dear Misery
You are me and I am you. Two faces of the same person.
Dear Faces
You can stop the pretending now.
Dear Pretending
You’re my other me. Looks like a bad case of split personality. Isn’t that good?
Dear Good
I wish you mattered in this world.
Dear World
I wish I did something for you to remember me by.
Dear Me
Hello again.
Seems like I lost you somewhere between keeping you alive.
Dear Hello
goodbye.
Alice
– LunaTheInksane
This style of writing was developed by Jennifer-Leigh Oprihory