Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

tier cake

i couldn’t sleep because
something ugly wanted
to shine, wanted to
feel beautiful, be noticed –
for me to call it “mine”
in time, i began to relax
as that something stacked
her fears and desires higher
layering them on like a tier cake,
and when i awake i take one
last bite, and tell myself
and that something
we’ll be alright
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backdated Post a Day poem for April 8th, 2017

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