The Early Bird, One Day Late

Welcome to NaPoWriMo 2017Today is April 1 and off we go. With a catch-up because the early bird prompt to write a haibun was so intriguing.


The Worms Crawl In, The Worms Crawl Out
Just a little spate of Lenten abstinence, nothing prolonged or serious. Until the dreams begin. The dreams that take restful slumbers and twist them into sweating, panicked terrors that even the purring cat next to your overheated body can’t erase. The dreams that linger and never end. The dreams that point accusing fingers and then scoff at regrets. The deep dreams that know how life has settled into sinew, nerve and muscle, unwilling to end.
one chin hair plucked
clings: thorny stems, slimy worms
sprouting from left breast