The shooting gallery

The shooting gallery
A Haika
By AJ O’Brien.

I need to spike up
but my veins have all collapsed.
How did that happen?

Unjust

Unjust
Three Haikus
By AJ O’Brien.

Gallows sightless, black
fear has arrived, hope has fled.
Thirteen steps to climb.

Blind. A hood of silk,
slip knot caressing her neck.
Preparing to bite.

She is innocent,
a matter of self defence.
And the trapdoor fell.