Seppuku Haiku
no fun no sin no you no wonder its dark
By BrenPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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my intestines spill
whistle of the final blade
i can see myself
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.”
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Comments (4)
lovely piece
Beautifully written and horrifying!
Evocative as ever!
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