The Small Boob Haiku

The blogger behind Really Great Gift Ideas requested the most brilliant request ever requested, so I had to say yes. The request was that I write a poem about small breasts. When I set out to do it, it turned out to be a lot harder than I anticipated, so for now I have a booby haiku for you. More may follow if my creative boob kicks in.

I hope you like it!


“The Small Boob Haiku”

Proudly small and pert
A part of you to cherish
Our glorious breasts

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We Survive

We wake

rise and shine

but our lights are flickering

we eat

vultures in the haze

the taste is bitter yet we swallow

we roam

aimless and silent

our legs grow tired sooner than before

we sit

thinking and still

thoughts of then and when never now

we sleep

broken and lonely

our company cold as death

we live

lungs breathing heart beating

this is how we survive.


Daily prompt from The Daily Post: Survive