Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

birthdays

pierce cakes
with candles
grab your
breath, and
bring death to
flames, as others
sing of your waning
days and get more
numbers to your name

__
written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: puncture

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Basic HTML is allowed. Your email address will not be published.

Subscribe to this comment feed via RSS

%d bloggers like this: