poem – Page 55 – Diva's Laundry Service

“Yup. Smells like fertilizer,” she said, as she diligently folded the letter. The poem was sappy and nostalgic; full of sweet-nothings that they hadn’t felt for each other, in ages. She opened the window and tossed, what was now, a paper airplane, outside. She danced, while she sang, “Forget You”, as if it were aContinueContinue reading “Fertilizer Poem”

Waltz: A Haiku

A Wisp of Paranoia

A wisp of paranoia whizzed through her mind as she read his cryptic message on the napkin. She had to search her memory for the reasons this could be false, but the blood drops on the table confused her. She heard water running, past the window behind her. She turned and saw the hosepipe hadContinueContinue reading “A Wisp of Paranoia”

Typical Work Day

The water sloshed around the linens, like the tide washing back onto the shore. Another pile of laundry sat nearby. The ink-stained synthetic fabric would be hell to get clean, but WD-40 is always up to the task. I try to fold the linens, professionally; better than any cheap motel attendant. It’s my duty andContinueContinue reading “Typical Work Day”