Three Haiku Poems – Don’t Feed Them (For Ryn)
I smile as they starve.
Their bones protruding from skin.
I’m hungry, they scream.
I watch them grow small.
Not one crumb from me again.
They hunger for pain.
I’ve dug them a grave.
Fears, no longer being fed,
are in the ground — dead.
A Word From Ryn
Ryn Gargulinski is a writer, artist and performer who loves dogs, Reiki and vanilla coffee. She holds a BFA in creative writing and MA in English literature from Brooklyn College, with a thesis on subway folklore.
She’s been on staff of several newspapers across the nation, and her freelance writing and artwork have been featured in publications and purchased from folks around the world. Australia has awesome taste!
Rynski creates her art in her Arizona backyard, with ideas that sprout from the ongoing array of nature in her yard, dog antics in her house, and offbeat ideas in her head.
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