Note: the following horror-themed haiku may contain images or subjects that some readers may find upsetting.
Sunday morning
we exorcise the demon
of you
burnt sky
a sorceress warns
about the future
midnight
the ghosts of our past
flank my vision
hot breath
in my ear
chilled words
blindfolded
a voice whispers
don't scream
scarred and bruised
the hand reaching
for mine
chessboard
you move; I move
toward destruction
wasteland
I roam the empty streets
caked in regret
*Published in Issue 1.2 of Scryptic Magazine
**Sunday morning was selected for Scryptic's Best of 2017 - 2018 Anthology