The tick ceasing, restraining dams built on tear rivers exploding
Fluid and Word competing, tumbling, stampeding, assaulting
She was a vacuum, desperate to feel.
And so she wrote and wrote until nothing was left, except damp papers and filled yet blank spaces.
![](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/58609728-288-k556496.jpg)
YOU ARE READING
haycoo
Poetryin which I try to write a haiku everyday (and fail at it, most of the time)