Poetry from Brianna Dawn.


my seriousness
stares me too hard in the face
clenching its jawline
as i contemplate
wiping away the forced grin
in the mirror,
the lights in the bathroom ate
the joy out of the air, rubbing
my complexion pallid
and washed out, white like a sink
i think about the clouds
dragging themselves, expanding
across the universe, then
washed out, down a black hole,
interesting to know – dust to dust,
all meets that sinking feeling,
same fate, just
different drains

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: seriousness 

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