Ten Word Journal-ing (4)

Head tilted attentively as the hands construct words into meaning.

Music volume audible without damage,
the novice singing in unison.

Devoted he was.
Sacrificing chance of death,
for people unknown. (a haiku that just happened to be in ten words)

Summoned to attend
Contingent upon
“Ugly” or “tacky” sweater adornment.

A party of one?
Necessary after a party of some.

She was a voluntary party guest once,
every two months.

Flights home weren’t comforting,
counterparts couldn’t embrace at baggage claim.

She ransacked the house,
“Where could it be?”

Writing improving led to confidence improving, these were good things.

Another year,
Another line,
Another crack in her shallow spirit.


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