Poetry from Brianna Dawn.


sometimes falling into
the belly of gravity is
more trying,
more pressing –
more draining,
than climbing away
from it, up into
an atmosphere
where sunlight
burns my fears into the
shadows of clouds,
loudly raining
down, as the ground
swallowed me whole

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: precipice

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