Each sound counts. Count each sound. No
space to waste your words.
engraved on your palms
carved deep into flesh that bled
me, a scar you chose
October trees like
brushes dipped in reds and gold
Stand on end, painting
© Nichole Liza Q.
#3, 4 and 5 of 5 Haikus (or poems) for the Weekly Writing Challenge: Haiku Catchoo!