Alysse Aallyn

Category: #BestRevenge

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    Haiku: I’m at least two people

    Multiple personality disorder

    Required

    For fictive

    Flight

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Shotcaller

    What I say goes:

    Dominance creates

    My existence in

    Others’ eyes.

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Alive

    Energy

    Boils cells

    Floods flesh

    Pervades brain

    Bubbles pores:

    Ignites

    Being

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Autoclave

    Parts melt

    Under pressure;

    Quiver,

    Fuse, resolve into steel or

    Explode

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Negative Energy

    Anger

    Escalates;

    Mutates;

    Rage hijacks;

    Synchs

    Aggression.

    Try

    Breath work

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku:  Old vs New

    Antique gods

    Mandated murder;

    New goddess favors

    Propagation.

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Quid Pro Quo

    Tit, meet

    Tat.

    “Gifts” trigger

    Obligation:

    Intoxicating

    Poison.

  • Haiku: Subterfuge Inc. by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Subterfuge Inc.

    Ruse patrol:

    Dissimulating –

    Saboteuse –

    Guerilla guest –

    C’est moi.

  • The Emotional Archive – a haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: The Emotional Archive

    Sun withdraws;

    Cry. Heat swells –

    Sing. Intent

    Blooms. Journaling honors

    Life pulse.

  • The Missing Bride – a mystery by Alysse Aallyn

    Chapter 20 – The End

    We flew to a hotel at LaGuardia,

    Called Derek, whose father suggested

    Vince Tromwell.  He got 

    Mirabel immunity as long as she told

    “the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth”

    and after they tested the shirt and the knife

    Verne even confessed –

    If you call taking an Alford plea –

    (Which legally means “You got me”) –

    Confession. Verne got forty years

    On each count with deportation

    Instead of parole. 

    Mom and Dad didn’t mind

    Having a yoga teacher in the family –

    They both started yoga –

    I admit I did too –

    That’s what big sisters are for;

    They go through everything first

    So you don’t have to.

    We get to be writers, we

    The little sisters

    Poets and thinkers of all the peaceful

    Afternoons; assessing, not

    Regressing, savoring even

    The upside down moments

    Right side up and 

    Passing them to history.

    It worked on everyone but Mr.

    Mowgley, English teacher,

    Who said;

    “Shouldn’t you write this

    In the third person voice

    To gain some distance?”

    I said, “Never.

    I’m Richenda Marshott, only me and

    I’ll never pretend to be

    Anyone else.”