Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

Archive for ‘July, 2017’

heart slows

blood runs red hands across cheeks, making the skin grow warm the grip strong, and heart slow – going weak __ written by Tiny Fawns for daily…

the kings

we frown at ugly things eating holes into our pretty things so we kill them all and become the kings of all ugly things our bites…

pointlessness

rulers have the sharpest edges we are never satisfied – falling short of tiptoeing along the ledge of the lines and cliffs we have sketched for…