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laughter fills my ears
warm light, the scent of garlic
love and rest and calm
About the Creator
Bacon
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. He launches into an atmosphere riddled with smoke, soot, and ash. He feels the radiation from a thousand fallen nukes. For humanity, it’s certain death. For him, it’s like bathing in a sauna. He laughs again at the thought.
By C. Rommial Butler3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
You're really great at this! keep those Haikus coming!
You write such elegant haiku! Love the word choices and stories.