Emo Haiku

Sarah's brother's haikus reminded me of some of my own dark 17 syllable cries for help as a high schooler. The highlights:

Wet pulp through a grate
Escaping the rising sun
Into black abyss.

The shaft of false cloud
Tells tall tales to vacant skies
written by a jet.

Ninja blades of grass
Slice sunlight, segmenting rays
Like melted butter.

And my personal emo-riffic favorite:

The foliage drinks -
Sucking marrow from the sun
And a gutted rat.