Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

bag

tired
a dead spirit wrapped up in threads
i’ll zip myself up in this body bag of bones and skin
bones of lead
the fabric warming my ribcage and heart
the alarm clock sounds,
back to the start
rebooting my head

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: zip

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