erdbeere

the sweet, sugary
aroma of strawberry
fields tickled my nose.

don't stop believing

"the smell of wine and
cheap perfume, for a smile
they can share the night..."
-journey

fa-jee-tas

the sizzle of a
fajita skillet against
my arm leaves a scar.

bug juice

this kamikaze
fly dove head first into the
young girl's mango tea.

diary

a quickly scribbled
drawing of him sleeping on
page 67.

sorry for the lack of haiku posting lately. a combination of laziness and forgetting my password. i've still been writing them and want to keep posting them. a couple a day to make up for lost haikus.