Chomping

Breath returns
Chest muscles slacken
The build-up of acids
slick the frayed red strands
that connect my birch white framework.

I wrung and thrived and seeped
in cluttered, stuffy darkness -
communicated in leans, whispers
and punctuated gestures.

Haiku of the Day:

Watching the clouds pass

from the middle U-Haul seat

contemplating ends

Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "Esculent" from MW's word of the day. It means edible.)

Today's "365" Project (Do something in a box. Walking Dead homage!)
"Warning!"