Tiny Fawns

Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.


restless dreams
taking scissors
clipping at the seams
carving out a fabric
weighing heavy on
my mind,
sticky and stuffy
they unwind slowly,
uneasily like doors
creaking slowly open,
ajar – a thread of
light unravels across
the floor, the origin of it
in some far off room i
fell asleep in, under
the cold shoulders
of the moon

Categories: Poetry, Post A Day 2017

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  1. creaking | JUAL LAHAN SAWIT & KARET

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