Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

thoughts through the evening noise

cut through the noise
yet emotions fall
through the cracks
like sunlight dancing
between jagged shadows
bruises itch –
as if stung
by salt and the fire
of a hundred suns
burning down
into the evening
the moon breathes in
the last few embers
of the cigarette, ashes
settle on her skin

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