Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 5 haiku poems.
my pressure cooker:
depression, anxiety
making me a soup.
love pressure whittled
me to wisps of smoke drifting
as cancerous clouds.
measure life’s pressure
by its grooves upon my back
like a beauty mark.
pressure to perform.
a bleeding marionette
unable to speak.
cranium pressure
aneurysm of memories
flooding the system.
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