Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

two stones; all fours

you found yourself in hard places
yet i looked at you like you were made
of an iron core, i told you it would
only take two stones to kill it all,
but it took even more –
tearing you down to all fours
wrists and knees, and it’s a wonder
to me, how we didn’t raise our fists
to knock the wind from the stomach of our
enemy – still lingering there – in
the darkness of our hearts, freely

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