Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

I'm at the point I don't want anything from you.

You know you don't mean that.

I do and I'm done with your equivocations.

You've got to stop reading those books. You're overreacting.

Literally gaslighting me. I mean it. Ever. Go away.

I'll just be here if you need me.

No. Go.

  • Fiction
  • 52 words
  • < 1 min
  • July 04, 2025