Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

breathing into coffee

when your brain
decides to go on
that late night
stroll in the park
after dark, picking
out and throwing
all those memories
it stowed away
into the headlights –
you feel sick,
ashamed as years-old
embarrassments try to
pick a fight with the
midnight hour –
and you’re left with
red eyes and the sighs
you breathe into your
morning coffee as
you rise for the day –
you clock in – and at
once they’re forgotten
but never really
go away

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: cringe

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