I never really claim to be a poet, but I like writing poetry. I love haiku. Its beauty is in its simplicity. A rigid format that nonetheless lets you play within the boundaries.

Standard Haiku

By Michelle Garren Flye

We once held the Truth,

It squirmed away, leaving just

A bloody remnant.

Better than Justice,

Who left us what we didn’t

Use—her blinded eyes.

Oh, Morality!

What have you become? Twisted

Past recognition.