Haikus are stupid,
And sometimes, they don't make sense...
Refrigerator.

True beauty is complicated.
But you know it when you see it.

It doesn't exist in one person, or even two.

Rather, it's a wonderful collaborative effort
That everybody pours themselves into.
It's a universal sharing of ideas
That can be given, not a face, but rather, a heart.
A SOUL.

And I don't have to call it out or say it exists
But you know it does.
And with every word each writer scribbles
They all blend together colorfully beautifully.

She had no idea that

her words were eating away at me
like hungry piranhas

she was taking
small bites to savor
the newness of my flesh

if she could have seen into the future

the effects were invisible

she would have stopped

and then she devoured
a little more and a little more

but they were still just flesh wounds
always quick to heal
and I could still smile at her

and then more and more and more
until I could not smile

until she took her last bite

and there was nothing
left of me but her words.