Tiny Fawns

Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

feather rafts

sleeping, my brain became
hungry and started gnawing at
the seams of my pillow, until
my mind sunk softly
into strange dreams –
i floated on a raft of feathers,
my quilt the sail – it began to tell
it’s odd little story – i crashed
into the stars, they were melting like
candle wax into stringy long-legged spiders
leaping across walls, startled –
i awaken, thinking i had heard my
own footsteps down the hall


backdated Post A Day Poem – for March 31st, 2017.

Categories: Poetry, Post A Day 2017

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