Poetry from Brianna Dawn.


do you use a measuring tape?
do you wrap one around the necks
of past mistakes to calculate
how much of a diameter they have
to breathe in – or do you let them
spill over and out into your mind,
thought word vomit
filling up your head until
it spins atop all of those bruises
still healing within your skin
and bones – every time you
press against them – do you ever
force yourself to swallow them
back down, to pretend they’re
long gone?

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