Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

those dark things

those shadows attempted
to slither out of my eyes and mouth
to cloud my face, wither away the tiny
suns that would high five my eyes
with happiness

but those dark things couldn’t
survive against the shining light
that threaded my eyes with
silver lines, connecting my
vision to newer, bolder heights
that stare down the spines

of those dark things,
making their hair raise on end
as they bend their backs
to take flight

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