Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

shadow tickle

shadows tickle, but i don’t smile time ticks and clicks, instead of dwindling … … feels like i’m gaining miles and miles stretched out shadows on…

ghost shell

i cast my words off into the night of your heart, but they echoed against closed doors and hallways cluttered with ghosts in the dark but…

itch, drip

a still whisper drips from my lips hardly turning pages in the wind a summer breeze runs dry, making the sky itch her eyes she goes…