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