haikus again

.Alone.
Under my bed
I hide once again
like a child.

.Brow.
Eyebrows, sit up high,
waggle like feet on hot coals.
Big as post-it notes.

.MissedCall.
Phone lurks deep in pocket,
vibrates hard against my groin.
Let it ring too long.

.HundredFaces.
Roll of sticky tape,
makes many a disguises
wrapped over my face.